Rubbish Bin

Saturday, February 21, 2009

the hourglass is ticking, and the candybox is almost empty. my time in MC is slowly disappearing, and as the grains of time slowly slide down those glass tubes, i realize that my happiness was wearing away along with them. my candy-my friends, it seems to me that they either get eaten by unwanted bystanders... or they hold on tight to the waxpaper.

i've been thinking about those few chocolates that stood out and outshone the rest. I believe that they were the sweetest and best tasting candy that i would ever have, but some of them might be devoured by someone else. one of them brought me close to her, then she faded away. she'll be my dark chocolate. this girl likes someone, and i'm sick of hearing about that person. in time, dark slinked away from me, and i noticed that i could only talk to her properly when it was about this person that she likes. let's call that person Einjeru. anyway, she never smiles when i'm around. she's only happy when other people make her. and yet she can't smile nor laugh when i'm there. and she's getting, in my language, "maarte". i hate it. i can't believe such a thing can happen, because of Einjeru. argh.
there's also this other friend. she's going through a crisis right now. so i'm back to the 'be hyper when you're sad so that you can cheer other people up even if they get mad at you for joking around when someone's crying!' person again. i'm getting closer and closer to my breaking point and i still don't want it to happen. her friends are leaving her and right now, it seems as if my friends are leaving me---moving farther and farther, possibly so they wouldn't get hurt...
but with all this happening... i'm running out of time to kill. :
there's more, hahahaha. but you'd be BURDENED, p're. =)) kaii, bye.

Labels: cruel, friends, hurt


PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 1:44 AM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

Thrown Away
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
April 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009

Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



Thrown Away
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February 2009
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