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Nov 05 2010
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Gloomy Sunday - Sarah McLachlan
Doesn’t have to be Sunday at all. Everyday appears the same to me, gloominess is just an added bonus.
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Secret Garden - Duo
I’ve been playing this song since I got home and still…
Crying cleanses the soul.
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“ Cuiusvis hominis est errare, nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare.
— Cicero, Philippica XII, 5.
Nov 03 2010
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Fields of Innocence - Evanescence
Something is not right. I am not right. How can this suddenly happen?
Yes, I acknowledge what I said today. “War it is.”
The question is, is it a war worth fighting for? Or will I be another among the casualties?
Is the sacrifice one makes too much of a high price to pay? Some would say yes, others no.
That is something only time can answer. But lessons past have taught me that the sacrifice of not loving isn’t a sacrifice at all. Nothing is compared to the loss of a love lost even before it knew it was love.
Love is not a feeling, it’s a plague. One of the most persistent ones I might add.
One cannot suffer from a disease if one does not risk into contaminated environments. So that is the solution, I shall not be contaminated for I won’t even dare to walk to the border between me and the disease.
I shall remain in my ice tower as some would describe it, away from the disease. Not loving, not suffering, not living.
What’s a life good for if it’s taken from you?
Call me mad if you’d like, for it was love himself that threw me into this state of madness. It is only fair that I pay him back, by not letting him creep into my heart, by not letting him pulse in my veins, by not letting him use my voice to profess lies.
War it is.
Aug 09 2009
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“ We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via queenofthedamned)
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Jun 01 2009
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Somekind of a PostSecret…
I don’t want to talk to you.
I don’t want to receive your calls or texts whenever I turn on my phone.
I don’t want to see your display name on MSN with a little green square on the left or any square.
I don’t want you to ask me ‘Hws u?’
I don’t want to know how pathetic is your life.
I don’t want to know how misfortunate you are.
I don’t want to put up with you, whining about how ugly you are and how no one cares for you. (See these reasons for some enlightenment)
I don’t want to know if you’re not even trying to be better.
I don’t want to hear about your sad love life.
I don’t want to hear about your stupidly picked up ex-girlfriends. (that’s your fault only)
I don’t want to hear your voice, I have no intentions of talking to you again.
I don’t want to hear ‘You’re like, so out of my league (hidden meaning: I still have the hots for you)’, because I know I really am.
I don’t want to know that you still have feelings for me, you are just dust that fell from my shoe and I am glad for that.
I don’t want you to flirt with me because you are sooo not there.
I don’t give advice, I am not a councilor, so stop sharing your personal drama… You don’t know what drama is. Believe me, you wouldn’t know what drama was even if it hit you at 200 Km/h with a Mexican sombrero on top.
Don’t interfere with my personal life and I mean it. When you ask me what did I do for the weekend, what did I have for dinner, if I am going out, what am I doing right now, if I am seeing some one, if I picked 10 boogers out of my nose… It’s not your goddamn friggin’ frikkin’ effin’ business!
I don’t care if you’re ‘achy’… just get into a ice-filled tub and chill!
I don’t want you to think of me as a ‘what if’. Think of me as ‘finito est’!
Frankly, I am tired of you.
I consider myself pretty easy and outgoing. But you DRAIN me. And I can’t allow that to happen.
It was good while it lasted.
I have no regrets to have dumped you.
Live long and prosper! (away from me, preferably)
