.hope
it won’t be awkward,
on one of the shortest day in the month, of the year.
it won’t be awkward,
on one of the shortest day in the month, of the year.
i always realise,
most of my posts are when i kind of feel low,
and i will post something about it,
and i will post against it, so i don’t feel that
this always helped,
such pathetic way to do,
to reassure myself.
i guess i’m just doing whatever that floats my own boat,
to keep me back to the me i want people to know.
thus, getting interested,
what’s your way, when you are feeling low?
i kinda felt this way then,
yet i definitely don’t want it to go back to then.
cause now’s now.
and i live in the now,
no longer, the used to bes,
no longer, the same old me.
maybe, it’s just me.
excerpt from Maybe by Secondhand Serenade
I make no claim or right to this following block quote.
Maybe it’s just me.
Couldn’t you believe that everything I said and did
wasn’t just deceiving?
And the tear in your eye,
and your calm, hard face
makes me wish that I was never brought into this place.
obviously, wishful thinkings.
should stop them. definitely.
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small meaningful words, all it takes.
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