Monday, December 8, 2008
It's not true. I'm not in love, and never will be again. This I have accepted.
And this is the reason why I can never be close to my parents. I don't want them to know anything about me. I'm fine with that. I don't care if they don't support what I love or if they're ever there for me. I'll tolerate them as long as they provide me with shelter, food and money. We will merely remain as house-mates until I move out.
They hate me. I'm the black sheep of the family. I get it.
I can't say I hate them. But I don't love them either. Maybe once upon a time, but that was a time I couldn't remember, for the rest of my days were only filled with one person.
The only person who I have loved, regardless of whether he loved me or not.
Hazwan.
And I would settle for no less.
dreamt at 7:18 PM
Monday, December 1, 2008
"It's unbelievable to see how love could set me free." -Superhuman.
These past few weeks have been a rollercoaster of sorts, but a good one nevertheless, seeing how the end result turned out.
Life isn't the same, but I suppose that could be a good thing.
Hey Khairul, love you too.
dreamt at 5:24 PM