Your smiles
Your laughs
Our conversations
Your voice
Your build
You are my definition of perfect
Your mind
Your perspective
Your wisdom
Your insecurities
The comfort you give me
Your eyes, teeth and face
Everything about you, is perfect.
There seems to be no way that I can express my feelings for you. So, yeah, here it goes.
I admire the way you can make me think logically during my PMS moods. I like the way you describe things. I'll definitely miss the conversations we had hahahaha talking about the weirdest things EVER.
Hope we'll still keep in touch when I leave, I'll miss the singing sessions and all that. Rmbr, COVER TOGETHER!
Take care of yourself and rmbr to BEWARE OF JO&JA! Hahahah (seriously though, beware)
Laughing in tears,
Sweetened Misery.
THANKS a whole fucking lot for hurting me again. Really, thank you.
Here's to more scars and more pain _|_
Tbh, i don't rly like sleeping. I'll be very vulnerable. I cry in my sleep like...4 out of 7 days per week? Yes, it's pathetic and weak. The past haunts me and I feel the pain all over again.
Distractions. I need alot of it. It's hard to explain. I wanna be alone without feeling lonely. I wanna cry without feeling sadness. I wanna scream withouy frustrations. I wanna dance without music.
To get all those. Sounds kinda weird. You know....I've been forcing laughter, faking smiles and hiding for too damn long.
I don't know what it's like to be myself, to be free of these voices, free of the pain. It's done nothing but make me hurt others. I don't remember what happiness is. I don't remember what it's like to be carefree.
Who am I? What was I like before everything came crashing down?
Who is Sweetened Misery?
So there's this new guy who's gonna be covering HN when she's gone for maternity leave.
The dude, let's call him Ais, (pronounced as ice), he READS ACTUAL BOOKS. AND ALSO, HAS A BLOG. I thought guys who blogged and read were like, extinct or something.
Ais leaves me AWED because his vocabulary is complex and he's open minded. (Yes. I am fangirling. YOUTH WHO READ BOOKS ARE A DYING SPECIES, DYING SPECIES!!)
The conversation we had over lunch, about homosexuals. It was a mini debate on what they actually want or like. I told him abt my escapades and I was kinda shocked by the fact that he DID NOT JUDGE ME.
Yes, he didn't judge me, he is definitely not like all those puta madres in the past who act all nice aft I tell but after a few days, treat me like shit.
He is definitely one of a kind and is not afraid to be himself. Granted, it's only his 4th day here, but still. Woah. Just woah.
Salute and respect to you, Ais.
