To those lost souls..

Yesterday, something did happened. something tht is enough to trigger me emotionally and it brings me down. i just couldnt bear to stay at home today, so i called up A, and decided to go to my 2nd home, starbucks. sigh. i know... we hang out there, was kinda cold due to the weather and alrd i was wearing my boxer shorts and my tank top, basically my sleeping attire. typical me i guess. i was really not in a mood to changed or look nice, so who cares. just wear whatever i have on, and get out of the freaking house.

finally we were at starbucks and the usual, we hang out n chill and we talk. and M called me all of a sudden, asked me where i was. i told him tht we were at starbucks and he said ok, he's coming over. ahhh M.. he's a nice guy. well atleast to me he is. to others.... well, not really cos he's pretty mean and violent in a way. but to us girls, he's nice. and i guess, thts all it matters.
M and A were talking while i just got to dump my problem on someone, so i chose A, not my fren A, but one of the worker at starbucks who happens to be my close fren too.

he such a child sometimes honestly, but in a way, despite his behaviour, he's a very close fren of mine and i appreciate him. im grateful. he helped me, he advice me, and make me see sense. and although i had to admit it, but he;s right. but tht doesnt changed the fact tht im still sad and depress and i just couldnt stop thinking about it. even after A and M went home, i did not want to go home just yet, i wanna stay there because maybe there's something about this place tht really calms me down, or maybe its the company. it soothing until the fact tht i fell asleep at one of the couch there while reading my book. woke up, an hour later, having listening to A tht, a customer was asking, did i run away from home? lol. hilarious. cant ppl sleep in public anymore? well, maybe not. but its startbucks, its like my 2nd home. so who cares right?
hell, i even walk bare footed all over the place, thinking i do own the place.

sigh.. its 1.30 am in the morning, and im still thinking about it. guess, i can never really stop thinking bout it. i said, i was gonna bear with him. and im gonna do it.

to those lost souls who have really forget to believe in the immensity of love, i do feel sorry for u.

despite everything, despite the hell i have been through. always putting ur heart on the line but at the end of the day, dissapointment and hurt is all u get. but it doesnt matter. tht doesnt mean i should give up and run away and lost my hope and faith in it.

You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? It's not. It's just garbage and it's pain. You know what's better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you're wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it.

someonce once said to me,

The world u desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It's yours.