You know, I wish I can clone myself so that I will know how it’s like to be my friend. I suppose I’ll finally realize how hard it is to be my friend and why I keep on losing friends. Probably I’ll finally understand my own faults and realize and look at my problem in another person’s perspective rather than make up my own explanations in my head or even overthinking things.
Maybe I’ll finally realize why I’m always alone.
Alam niyo, hirap na hirap ako magreach-out sa ibang tao. Hinding hindi ko susubok kapag wala akong pakialam. Pero kapag sunod-sunod niyong dahilan sa akin eh inaantok na kayo sa tuwing kakausapin ko kayo, tang-ina hindi ako tanga. Kitang-kita ko na online pa kayo sa ibang account niyo. Tangina. Sabihin niyo na kasi kung ayaw niyo kong kausapin kaysa parang tanga lang akong naiitsapwera parati.Karmahin ka sana kupal ka. Bwiset.
Given that Saint Valentine was a third century Roman priest who was stoned and beheaded, wouldn’t a more appropriate celebration of the evening be taking one’s steady gal to witness a brutal murder?
❝ One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you. ❞
Valentines day approaches.
yes to that
❝ The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her. ❞