I hate it when things don't run my way. Call me a spoiled brat, but I do. Unlike when I was younger though, I lost the right to throw tantrums so now I content myself with sulking. Helpless, hopeless sulking...
I'm pretty sure I'm over you. Make that, very sure. I have no feelings for you anymore. I don't think about you at all. I'm not sure I even like the "new" you. So why is it that you are always in my dreams? Why is it that you are in my dreams when I just had a great night with my new guy who I like and am "kilig" about? I hate it. Not that I hate you, but I no longer want to have anything to do with you other than a friend. I hate me.
They say that dreams are usually projections of the sub-conscious. If so then my projector is either screwed up or I should update my sub-conscious. I can't believe I'm actually pissed off about it. It's just that I can't seem to enjoy my new life if my old one keeps popping up. I want to like someone again. I want to keep the "kilig" feeling. But everytime I remember the last time I risked it I get afraid all over again. Damn!
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