INSANE is the NAME.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

♥

Don't Let Farewell Come
click the title to listen to its BGM

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I stared at the open window as the sun settles down gently. I looked at it with great sorrow, and then I let my head rest on the header of the seat. I'm in an airplane, get it?

I'm leaving for 2 months, and then, I'll be back when I am already over him. By the way, I'm a college-fresh-graduate. I'm 19. Too young for a college graduate? No, I don't think so.

Yeah, I know, I already graduated college, but I still have no guy of my own. Call me lame, but I ain't really open when it comes to guys. I just don't feel my senses when I am around them.

And lately, I just discovered that the guy I love, loves another girl. Ouch? That's why I'm saying goodbye already--Oh, wait.

"What?! She said goodbye to you?"

"Yea... Think so."

"But she can never say goodbye to someone she never had!"

I got struck by the conversation of the two persons who's seated in front of me, which row is in lined with mine. They are right.

We can really never say goodbye to someone we never had. So, in my case-- why did I say goodbye to him, when after all, he never had been mine? Well don't ask me why.

Maybe, that's just, the logic of love.

End of Prologue

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A/N:
So, what do you think guys? Just leave a message in my cbox if you would want me to continue this.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Cbox!

I already placed a cbox!
so, feel free to tag me somehow!
God bless!
Just dropping by!

To every girl

TO EVERY GIRL

credits: friendster bulletin

To every girl that is scared to
put her heart out there again,
because she has been hurt
too many times or so badly.

To every girl that
has been cheated on,
because she's not a slut
who gives it up to any guy.

To every girl that
dresses cute,
not skanky.

To every girl who
wants to be called
beautiful, not hot.

To every girl that will spend her
whole day looking
for the perfect present for you.

To every girl who gets her heart
broken, because he
chose that bitch instead.

To every girl that would die
to have a decent boyfriend.

To every girl who would just once
like to be treated like a princess.

To every girl that cries at night
because of another heartbreak.

T o every girl that won't get
down on her knees & open
her mouth just to get a boyfriend.

To every girl that
just wants to hold hands.

To every girl that
kisses him with meaning.

To every girl who
just wishes he cared more.

To every girl who would just
once want a guy to give their
jacket up when they are cold.

To every girl who
just wants him to call.

To every girl who lies
awake at night thinking about him.

To every girl that
just wants to cuddle.

To every girl that
just wants to sleep with
him without having sex.

To every girl who shows how much
she cares and gets nothing back.

To every girl that thought
"maybe this one could be the one."

To every girl that laughs at stupid
stuff when she actually doesn't think it is
funny.

To every girl who is just
looking for that one and
only and is having a rough
time along the way.

To every girl that doesn't want
a guy who just plays with her
emotions but actually cares about
how she feels.

To every girl who wants
words backed up with actions.

To every girl that fell for all the
lies
only to find themselves alone in the
end.

T o every girl that gave her heart away
to have it shoved back in her face.

To every girl that has faith that
"tomorrow will be a better day."

And yes, it will be.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

New layout

I change my layout.
I love this one.
Haha.
Visit my new blogsite:

[#o2 blog]

just click on the #o2 blog text and you'll be directed there.
thanks guys.
I'll find a cbox next time, and i'll update this blog sometime,
if I ain't busy.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

"in order to get over a man, you must find a new one."

why i named my blog bitter roses && paper hearts? because, all these times, I've been very bitter, considering the fact that I've just gotten up from a past love, and I guess I am not strong enough to have the courage to face reality. Bitter roses because my heart has become bitter for the moment, and paper hearts because my heart is now like a paper. In reality, papers don't feel anything in particular, that's what I'm pointing out.

I've been lonely for all these times, having feelings of non-existence, and my heart has gone cold, weary, and very exhausted. But still, it is way too impossible for me to love again. Maybe in the future I'd get over it, but not for now. The wound is just way too fresh for me to move on with life and find a new love again. They say that "in order to get over a man, you must find a new one." But that is not easy for me. How can I possible find a new one, when my heart is not open to that kind of thing as of the moment?

Call me numb or what, but I'm pointing out what I'm feeling right now. It's hard alright, at such a young age. Sometimes I wished that love never existed. But then, if love didn't exist, can you picture out how the world would eventually look like? Dull, right? That's how a paper heart kinda look like.

There are times that I've wished to turn back time, and to put a strike through over those mistakes that I've made. But it's way too silly for a human being to put a strike through over their mistakes. You can't even erase a mistake, can you? But of course you can, if you try your best not to make any mistake anymore.

Just like a pencil. We all need to face sharpening in order for us to become better persons. We have erasers, in order for us to correct the wrongs of yesterday. An eraser for us to use to erase wounds, and get over it. And lastly, we need to be in other persons hand too. For us to be mold into something better. And that person is God.

Some of you might disagree, but this is my point of view, this is how I felt, and this is what I'm feeling. Every time I think of love, PAIN itself appears immediately in my mind's eye. Silly but true. Once you get hurt, you would learn how to be careful. But if you were once changed by love, then once again, love will change you at the right time, in it's time.