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Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be with friends . Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Crying my Lungs Out

Here I go again.
Listening to a song I've heard three years ago.
What I'm doing is exactly what I did three years ago.
Facing my desktop while tears rolling down my face. Never thought that I would be feeling the same way again. I'm in deep mourn again. I am not blaming anyone. This time is different. This is not about giving up. This is about holding on.

My conscious mind vs. my subconscious mind.
My conscious mind is telling me not to give up. Fight and defend. My subconscious mind is telling me I need to and then move on. My subconscious mind is telling me of something I don't want to believe.And objecting my conscious mind is breaking me.

What will I be with out him? My life begins to be dependent with him. It's unstoppable. I needed him more than all the necessities in life. I badly needed him. How I wish I could tell him how much I needed him.

If everything ends between us (which I am fighting and defending for and hoping not!).I'll never love the same way again.

I made a vow. And a vow is a vow. Tell me I am stupid. I say, it would be more stupid of me if i'd give him up.

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