i feel pathetic sitting back and complaining about it. i know i have to do something about it, yet i'm not moving my ass.
it really kills me inside whenever it happens. but i have only brought it upon myself, so it serves me right. funny how while blogging about it i still feel no urge to do it.
all i'm living on now is hope. hope that you'll see the difference, hope you'll see the sincerity, my longing. (nobody will see it if you sit down on your ass all day and do nothing about it, silly!) well, if you ever see it, and you make your decision, i'll try to respect it and not be an ass about it. cause after all it is my fault i couldn't make you mine so who am i to complain.
