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November 21, 2008

Silent Night


Posted at 04:15 PM in Love

Your silence was all I needed to hear to know the verdict.



November 21, 2008

Broken


Posted at 03:40 AM in Love

I will destroy myself when you leave me.

Period.



November 16, 2008

The Past


Posted at 02:07 AM in Love

I’m damaged.

I can never erase my past, and you can never forget it either.

That leaves me nowhere.

Nowhere.

The caustic soda of roads that go winding.

I wonder what will become of us now that you’re apprehensive and I’m thinking if I’m the right girl for you.

Should I stay or should I leave?

I love you too much to flood you with myself any longer.

I can’t do anything about my past, all I can change is my future.

Will you accept that promise?

Or will you insist that I’m too damaged to repair? Because that’s what you’re telling me if you leave me- that my past is just too difficult to handle, my scars are too deep to bear, that I’m too damaged to be with…

 



November 15, 2008

Pride and Prejudice


Posted at 08:21 AM in Love

When I imagine what it would be like when we broke up, it's not anymore the pain of it all, but the pride:

who will get a guy or girl first?

Who will get over whom first?

It's sheer pride.

It used to be always me.

But what about this time.

I have the feeling it will be you.

And my pride cannot take it.

I cannot take it at all.

We're going to get a motel room later and talk about our issues. I wonder if, when things should turn out okay, we'll have make-up sex after. Oooh, I hope not, coz then you'll see the cuts on my hip. Maybe I'll just consent to giving you a blowjob.

But what if we break up?

I plan to cut my arms like crazy when I get home, then they'll have to confine me at the psych ward... And it'll be all your fault...



November 14, 2008

No More I Love Yous


Posted at 08:38 AM in Love

We got tired of it...

you don't say it anymore, and neither do i...

i don't know..

 



November 14, 2008

Bastard


Posted at 12:27 AM in Love

He's not even texting.

Nothing.

I get nothing.

I am nothing but a peice of crumpled paper thrown to the wastebin.

I am worthless.

Nothing.

I am nothing to him now.



November 13, 2008

Obsessions


Posted at 01:02 AM in Love

I'm tired of obsessing, yet it's what I do best.

I'm tired of waiting, yet it's what I do most of the time.

I cut again.

On my hip.

Dr. LB upped my antipsychotic to 30mg today. Because I kept wailing in my room.

Mark cooled off with me.

He says he needs to think about the relationship.

Nasasakal na daw siya sakin.

I said I don't know how to be in a relationship with him without me choking him.

I swear to God I tried not to choke him, I tried my best. I tried my hardest.

I guess my best just wasn't good enough.

It's never good enough.

So is this the end of the Great Love?

And the start of my death?

Because I said it so many times before: I will kill myself if I should lose him.

And I mean it.

I calculated it. 1600mg of aspirin should do the trick.

Goodbye World.

 



November 6, 2008

Better, I think


Posted at 01:40 AM in Love

I'm feeling better.

Maybe I can get over you when the time comes.

But there will be a suicide attempt first.

There has to be.

Overdose of aspirin, here I come.

But for now, we're living on borrowed time.

If it is borrowed time.

You will have to decide that.

Oh, do you know how much hangs by a thread?

Beloved? Love?



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