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Its a matter of love

♥Saturday, September 25, 2010♥

Can you meet me halfway?

Who decides whether something is new or old? Is it because of the fact that the calendar says that a year has passed and a new one brings new adventures? Is it the fact that time does not reach a standstill, it goes one, bringing the past further deep into oblivion and the new nearer to reality?

Who decides that we have to move on, away from the past and the negativities it brings? Who decides that the past is bad?

I'm sorry that my life is not perfect and i'm sorry if i've acted foolishly to make you think that I'm such a screw-up.

I'm not you. And you're not me. Our lives are different, the past and the present.

I hate the fact that I can't talk about it. That I can't talk about things. People will really listen but they wouldn't know.

I don't want that. But I don't have a choice. Since when do I have a choice?

Urrgh. It's a crappy, crappy Sunday.

Crestfallen.

GOODNIGHT! OFF TO SLEEP NOWZ. HIS SLEEPING, I GUESS? GOODNIGHT TO YOU. (:

♥WithLoves, N' Azatil Aisyah
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