Broken Thoughts…
Tuesday, June 14th, 2005after a grande white choco mocha and 3 ventis of laughter…
i had a blast tonight… i was happy… i am happy… a little too happy… i went out with my friends… with my closest friends… and a new addition…
i don’t know if you’ll ever realize how happy i am in times like tonight…. maybe what’s wrong with me is, i think too much… a little too much… i look at us so seriously that i forget that my expectations are only mine… expectations that could kill me if in the end, the things i think of are mere spurs of the moment…
anyway, i think my own expectations will possibly kill me eventually… my english is bad… my thoughts are broken… is this the white mocha killing my brain cells? i’m not as smart as you are… i cannot think as fast as you do… and maybe my low self-esteem is lower when it comes to you…
how do i deal with this? i should sleep. but why do i stay awake? why do i feel like the night will not end… why do i feel like i did not end the night? why am i getting crazy like this? i just got home from a very wonderful night… why do i think of you now? why do i expect too many things? sh*t… they’re starting to kill me now… when will i ever see you again?
