Why is it that when I like someone, the person does not feel the same way? Why is my feelings for others so mismatched? It is always the scenerio that I aim too high for the brass ring and when I try to reach it, I fall right down on my butt hard.
There are some that I can understand. How some ignore me when they find out that I habour a crush on them- which I never had the intention to tell. How some just look at me and give this patronising smile.
Frankly, do you know what I want. I just want people to tell me frankly why they don't think I am suitable for them. Even if it might hurt and pain me. Even if I will go into a furious temper and start throwing darts at your picture (which I haven't tried yet). But I don't want fake smiles and kind words only to have you laughing behind my back.
I wonder do you guys do it? Laugh when girls confess to you. Mock at the girls who dare to have a crush on you.
I don't... I only had 2 people confessing to me. One was forced coz I was sick and tired of people talking behind my back. I never talked to him after I left the school. The other is a jackass who dared to ask me to be the third party in the relationship that he was having. I wonder whether the poor unfortunate soul is still attached to him. So much for a track record.
Sometimes I truly wonder what's wrong with me. Do I miss obvious signs and subtle hints? If I do and you give up, then you don't know me well enough. You don't know how shy I am among guys and how uncomfortable I am with people who I am fond of. How cautious I act around guys who I think is a good catch. Behind the so called friendly bubbly person that most people see, I am really shy and timid about guys. Maybe I habour such fear because of a bad childhood experience.
I just have one question to you... If you know who you are. Did I really dream about that incident at the cinema? I can still remember the show that we are watching and the incident clearly and even my reply. Whatever it is, it is hard to believe that I imagined it. What was it about me that you don't think it could have ever happened? I don't give a shit of me being a nice friendly loud cheerful girl and all the crap. I just wanted to know what was the criteria that I didn't meet at that point in time.
Perhaps you are wondering why am I harping over it. It was 4.5 years ago for goodness sake. I don't know myself. But if I say that it just eats me up inside sometimes, wondering what is wrong with me sometimes as a girl... What makes me a great friend but a lousy girlfriend? Too tomboyish? (which is not really flattering but I can understand why), too loud? I still don't know.
Sometimes I just wonder whether we are friends.. or just classmates who shared some common history for two years. If we are just classmates, then I can just move on.. get my own life, stop caring as much as I want to and just stop having that particular section of my past tied around my ankle like a heavy weight.
I truly want to close that chapter of the particular moment of my life. If I ever told you that I moved on, then let me assure you it is a lie. I just didn't want to be a burden like what I am doing to you now. Heck, I don't even have the guts to email you point blank coz I am afraid that you have already forgotten everything. So if you do remember, please help me... before I go crazy.
As long as you continue to be yourself, that's enough
-Shigure Sohma, Fruit Basket-
Never throw your life away.
Touya: There are no such things are coincidences in this world--
Kaho: --there is only the inevitable.
Nothing costs as much as loving-
except not loving
-C.S Lewis, The four loves-
Love is different for everyone, Yahiko.
Among a hundred different people there would be a hundred different forms of love
-Okina, Rurouni Kenshin
Sometimes people forget that they have the courage to live.
But as long as they have something in their hearts to believe in, that courage will never vanish
-Sakura Kinomoto, Tsubasa Chronicles
Regret is just a waste of time for fools
-Cho Hakkai, Saiyuki
Welcome to this illusion I've created. A world of our own, with our rules
-Seishirō Sakurazuka X/1999