randomness

I want to feel like i don't care, but i can't help but bother.

I shouldn't feel like this, but i can't help it.

You seem very fine to have got "rid" of me, but why do i keep on fighting for it?

Maybe there is something worth salvaging?

Or maybe i finally tell myself to not give up like I've always done and keep running through and dodge them bullets?

well, i don't know. i guess i have to ride the waves and accept the circumstances.

i don't wanna keep on ranting. but i can't tell anybody anymore.

she would probably think i'm clogging up her space with my problems, if they seem like problems worth going over anymore. if i'm wrong please do tell me so. cos this is how i feel.

another thing i don't get. exactly how much space is needed when there is a request for space?

do i need to automatically know where the line has been drawn?

is there a book pertaining how much space should be given in the case of

"bf-vs-gf: the case of the time off"?

am i supposed to stuff whatever habits accumulated during this one year into the drawers, onto the dressing table and leave it till there is finally use for it, or in this case, you think its OK for 'us' to resume, or, end?

unlike you, i don't rely on friends to 'meditate'. but with you i just crumble. no friends can bring me up. nobody. but you.

you do not understand how much importance you hold in my life. or you just simply choose to ignore because according to you, "do not underestimate my cruelty".

trust me, cruelty is a small word for what i know you can become.

thats it then.

i'm gonna try to tuck in now. not that you know anyways.

toodles.