A New Chapter UnRavels..

Hello!

THIS BLOG WILL CONTINUE WHEN I'M DONE GIVING IT A MAKE-OVER!

A NEW CHAPTER IN MY LIFE.

A FRESH LOOK.

TO FORGET THE PAST

AND START ANEW

XOXO

It's Not So Bad After All...

I guess from the last post I wrote about Love, I have moved on. The benefit from being hurt in a relationship would definitely be waking up to the world as a stronger person. Actually, I should re-phrase that. Stronger, with a shield.

A very thick shield.

You have been hurt once. You do not want to be hurt again. It will take forever before I start trusting the person enough to open up my emotions.

Yet, the best bit I have learned this year [especially for a female], the ability to seperate sex from feelings. I don't know why, but my feelings has been drained. I wonder if I have a hole in place of where my heart should be. Or has it been buried so deep inside, it will take only the right person to bring it back out again.

However, this person is like me. Which scares me. Especially the part where both of us have a hollow place in our chests. Our hearts, broken. Forgotten.

I'm in love with Love. When will it come pouring down on me?

When I have learned to love? I gave it my all, but it was never good enough. And I'm still waiting here to be loved.

Boy oh Boy.

Dear new potential boyfriend,

I hope if you ever do stumble upon this post, maybe you'll see me in a different light. Am I really evil? I don't think so. I am not really your average girl but I am at the same time. But see, I used to be a nice girl who'd do anything for someone I like. Even if I'm not perfect, I try. If you can't see it for a certain period of time, I give up easily now as I do not want my efforts to go to waste.

You and I have much in common. Our hearts were once shattered by someone we loved and cherished. To a point where we do not care anymore. About others around us or even ourselves. For all I know, my heart is still shattered and will remain in pieces until someone is willing to patch those shards of my heart back together again.

Being clingy. Let's delve into this topic shall we? Most girls are. I do not own a dick so that will probably fit me into the category of the emotional species - female. I cannot see how clingy I am, although I do know I am sometimes. But why do I do it? The constant thought of texting you and wanting to know what you're up to, is simple this: I like you and therefore I'd like to spend time with you. To add to this, I am a girl who loves constant attention. You give me attention and I'm easily satisfied. But. Normal guys, don't want us to be clingy. Unfortunately, I crave attention. After awhile, if you don't bother having the initiative to call me or text me, I have come to a point where I lose attention in you too. There is no point where my efforts spent on texting you, wanting to see you go down the drain. Fuck that.

Ok. Perphaps I'm being irrational and paranoid. But look at it this way. If you like a person, wouldn't you like to spend time with the special someone a bit more? Texting. Hmm. Tough decision isn't it? Texting constantly is like texting a special friend. When you said you'd call, please do.

This is getting complicated. Here's what I want. If you're sincere about me, then do put in more effort to see me. Rather than me asking you what you're doing and attempting to join in. You want some alone time, but not weeks on end without talking and just texting. May as well you and I be friends and I can go meet someone else who'd give me more attention than you do.

I wish you all the best in your quest and perphaps if you do it well enough, my heart will be yours.

xoxo