I woke up today thinking about this guy I've been talking to for a couple of weeks now. And for some reason, what he said to me the other night kept repeating in my head like a recording from hell.
"Maghanap ka ng kausap mo!"
I don't even know why I keep up with this bullshit. I am so fucking tired.
I wore my heart on my sleeve. I played hard-to-get. It never worked. No one interesting was consistent enough. Cheap thrills are fun but meaningless sex gets old sometimes.
I may as well prepare myself in growing up alone telling bedtime stories to shoes and clothes and entertaining thoughts of suicide whenever Valentine's day rolls around. Seriously, it's exhausting.
Love. Ugh.
Putang-ina talaga.
Love. Ugh.
Putang-ina talaga.
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ReplyDeleteSino ba yan?! Itumba na natin! :-)
hahaha - I may as well prepare myself in growing up alone telling bedtime stories to shoes and clothes and entertaining thoughts of suicide whenever Valentine's day rolls around. Seriously, it's exhausting.
ReplyDeletehahaha - I miss you bitchin' around!