I’m sorry I cant tell anda really what going on.
It wasn’t meant to hurt.
For either of us.
I guess it did.
I panicked. Shit, I did.
I was happy but I was scared. How can happiness and fear exist at the same time, every time?
I wanted it bad. Wanted anda badly.
For a long time.
When I got to know about what anda felt, what anda told, I was happy. Maybe after a long time.
After a really, really, long time.
You always did make me feel something I’ve rarely felt.
You ever always, sincerely, the rose among the thorns.
But I was scared.
One bitten twice shy couldn’t even cover it. I knew this was different. anda liked me back right? I’ve know anda for so long.
But convincing myself that maybe, just maybe, this time it would be different was hard.
I was so confused. Torn between anda and the right thing. God, what a choice.
I don’t know why I made this worse. I knew what I wanted. I wanted you, I wanted what anda offered and I wanted to be happy. So why did I throw it away because I was thinking about the right thing?
When was the right thing ever right? Wasn’t the wrong turn the best turn?
Is it?
I panicked. I thought ‘why should I risk getting hurt again? Its not worth it’.
So I put out all the reasons I’ve thought to convince myself that I don’t need a guy. Even if they liked me.
I wanted to be single, I’m not ready for a relationship, my parents wont like it.
Its not really valid, however true, is it?
I’m such a coward.
I’ve always berkata to myself that I was the type of girl who would never let the “clichéd” get in the way of what I wanted the most.
I guess I did.
Its late, so late, but I have to say.
I am sorry.
I panicked - no excuse - but always my bad.
You’ve never probably see this, but I just wanted to get it out.
It wasn’t meant to hurt. But it did. For me.
Because I just let go of a man who meant a lot lebih to me than rock music, because apparently, my normal medicine rock, couldn’t even heal the pain I felt.
Here’s to You: An Apology too late.
It wasn’t meant to hurt.
For either of us.
I guess it did.
I panicked. Shit, I did.
I was happy but I was scared. How can happiness and fear exist at the same time, every time?
I wanted it bad. Wanted anda badly.
For a long time.
When I got to know about what anda felt, what anda told, I was happy. Maybe after a long time.
After a really, really, long time.
You always did make me feel something I’ve rarely felt.
You ever always, sincerely, the rose among the thorns.
But I was scared.
One bitten twice shy couldn’t even cover it. I knew this was different. anda liked me back right? I’ve know anda for so long.
But convincing myself that maybe, just maybe, this time it would be different was hard.
I was so confused. Torn between anda and the right thing. God, what a choice.
I don’t know why I made this worse. I knew what I wanted. I wanted you, I wanted what anda offered and I wanted to be happy. So why did I throw it away because I was thinking about the right thing?
When was the right thing ever right? Wasn’t the wrong turn the best turn?
Is it?
I panicked. I thought ‘why should I risk getting hurt again? Its not worth it’.
So I put out all the reasons I’ve thought to convince myself that I don’t need a guy. Even if they liked me.
I wanted to be single, I’m not ready for a relationship, my parents wont like it.
Its not really valid, however true, is it?
I’m such a coward.
I’ve always berkata to myself that I was the type of girl who would never let the “clichéd” get in the way of what I wanted the most.
I guess I did.
Its late, so late, but I have to say.
I am sorry.
I panicked - no excuse - but always my bad.
You’ve never probably see this, but I just wanted to get it out.
It wasn’t meant to hurt. But it did. For me.
Because I just let go of a man who meant a lot lebih to me than rock music, because apparently, my normal medicine rock, couldn’t even heal the pain I felt.
Here’s to You: An Apology too late.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These buku are great for summer Membaca I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula sejak Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sejak Tolken
8. I'm the king of the istana, castle sejak Susan Hill
7. 1984 sejak George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian tahi lalat sejak Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sejak Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sejak charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sejak William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sejak Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sejak Daphne du Maurier
These buku are great for summer Membaca I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula sejak Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit sejak Tolken
8. I'm the king of the istana, castle sejak Susan Hill
7. 1984 sejak George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian tahi lalat sejak Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice sejak Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre sejak charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies sejak William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime sejak Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca sejak Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So anda need not try to remember something,
anda remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that anda could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
anda try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, anda try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So anda need not try to remember something,
anda remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that anda could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
anda try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, anda try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sejak and lebih pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went sejak and lebih pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants anda to do something,
atau be something
That sometimes anda don’t want to be?
They are those!
anda know them!
anda probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect anda to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda don’t want to take.
They are those who expect anda to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
anda prefer to be small and humble.
But do anda think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since anda were born,
Came up with a path for anda in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.