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"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
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My name is Renald. A profile? That's troublesome.
If I had to say something, I wished I didn't exist. Screw humans and their own stupid problems.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother to try and make people happy, or whatever.
Most of them wouldn't appreciate the effort, or even take notice.
I wish I'd just sleep and never wake up. Stuck in dream forever, doing whatever I want. Inception anyone?
I'm not sure whether all those sweet memories and fun times I've had could make up for the disappointment I feel I've been thus far.
The times I've been drove to the edge, feeling almost insane. The pain being unbearable.
Be careful what you wish for? I don't know. Well.. dont regret your life and what you make of it.
Tresure the present, because they will never come back again.
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Our Last Goodbye
5:50 PM Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sup!
Two days passed so quickly, I'm lazy to talk about the camp, so, lets just say I enjoyed it. =D Ahh, music, music, music. Got it back. Hahaha. Actually its only after 2 days of not hearing proper music that you can finally write a song or make a tune out of something. That's what I did. But, as the typical me is, I didn't complete it. Its halfway done, its making good progress. So, yeah. This camp has really got me thinking about what I really want in life. Its a question I still can't really answer even after blogging 11 months about it. I don't expect myself to find out the answer to that question quite soon either, why? I'm 13 years old. There you go. I'm going to be really honest now, I'm interested in lotsa stuff on history and animals but, I don't really want that now. There's something else on my mind, I just soul-searched last night, and thought, I can't. I don't want to. I can't ask her just yet, its not me to do so. I'd rather just sit on the fence right now, just let things happen. I'd take the opputunity if there is, but if not, just let it be then. I like her, i really do. But no, its not going to happen. All this started because of a bet, I've been putting pressure on myself ever since. I always say I have decided, but no. I'm not. I've told myself I can. I can. I can. But when the moment derives, can I? I know what I want. This isn't what I want. But it is what want. My obsession won't let me leave. This is going to take more than just a few nights of sleep to settle. I told myself last night, just empty your fucking mind. You're worrying for nothing. Why does her eyes pull mine in? Why am I dragged through the same thing many others probably did? I don't know. I was so fedup with myself last night I drank cups of orange juice like a drunked man drinking beer. I really don't know what to do now. Staring down into the night, looking onto the moon's shiny light. Laying on a bench, nobody around, I feel lonely. Isn't it romantic tonight? I wish you were by my side. You're just another, I guess. I think I really, I finally know, how much I loved you so. As I'm looking at you right now for the last time, last time for when I loved you, this is our last goodbye. For the record, I'm not emo. I'm just a really confused boy. -Renald Bet's over, Vanessa. Sorry. ▲ |