Music: Angels and Airwaves - It hurts "Your bestfriend isn't your girlfriend"
Mood: Irritated/Bitter
It was me who ruined something. Some platonic relationship huh? I was something that was nothing more than the guy who was there when she's feeling down. I've read that you shouldn't ask for anything in return if you're doing a good deed. I've made a sin that I fell for someone who isn't someone to fall for. I was in the wrong that I confessed, feelings should've corroded and as well take my heart. Now, I've been carrying such a bitter taste to people who steps into my life and ask for affection. I hate to say that everyone's the same, it's just that I've had such bad luck. I probably have deserve this. Don't attend this self pity party, you aren't invited.
It's funny, how I think about the times when I thought your smiles were meant for me, and your looks was something more than a lie. You cross my mind here and there, but then I just frown upon everything and what you've done. I think it's selfish, yet you throw yourself at random guys. I don't get anything. Fuck it, maybe it isn't so bad being an asshole. Sometimes people need to get treated badly, I've learned that if you open up and invested your time, and even if you develop a feeling, it doesn't end well. So, cheers to the assholes. To the douchebags. To everyone who has felt pain, to everyone who was nice enough to be stepped and used on.
Ciao.
Mood: Irritated/Bitter
It was me who ruined something. Some platonic relationship huh? I was something that was nothing more than the guy who was there when she's feeling down. I've read that you shouldn't ask for anything in return if you're doing a good deed. I've made a sin that I fell for someone who isn't someone to fall for. I was in the wrong that I confessed, feelings should've corroded and as well take my heart. Now, I've been carrying such a bitter taste to people who steps into my life and ask for affection. I hate to say that everyone's the same, it's just that I've had such bad luck. I probably have deserve this. Don't attend this self pity party, you aren't invited.
It's funny, how I think about the times when I thought your smiles were meant for me, and your looks was something more than a lie. You cross my mind here and there, but then I just frown upon everything and what you've done. I think it's selfish, yet you throw yourself at random guys. I don't get anything. Fuck it, maybe it isn't so bad being an asshole. Sometimes people need to get treated badly, I've learned that if you open up and invested your time, and even if you develop a feeling, it doesn't end well. So, cheers to the assholes. To the douchebags. To everyone who has felt pain, to everyone who was nice enough to be stepped and used on.
Ciao.
What I like about taking pictures of you is that, even candid photos shows how beautiful you are. What are kind words when they are ignored? They are nothing, not even a spec. So, you're just a memory now. A memory that haunts me.
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