the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

It's time i say my last
Perhaps it's for the best
For you maybe, definitely not for me.
Cos i know this was not what i wanted

There was a time when you knew i hated your guts
But there's also a time when i really love you
That time is now.
That time is probably always.

However, good things will always come to an end.

There'll always be someone else.

What pains me is that I love that someone else as well.
It's frightfully strange how we could worked around everything else,
How we made it through the months
But sadly, that's all in the past.

I can't do anything more but mentally rewind to the parts where we spent our time
Laughing, smiling, talking and arguing
Just like how couples do
But sadly, that's all in the past.

It's hard to say 'Goodbye'
Harder still to say 'Hi'
When and if i see you around,
I'll applaud your win and accept my defeat.

I'll return with no vengeance.

Only questions.

Spare me the pain.

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