The warm fuzzy feeling. The butterflies in your tummy. The long embraces. The gentle teasing. That emotion I no longer believe in. Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. Advertisements
Somedays, I am filled with hate. Other days, I am filled with bitterness. But most of the days, I am filled with guilt. Today is no exception. I am so sorry. It hurts me more than it hurts you.
I don’t talk about what bothers me and weighs heavy on my heart. Not anymore at least. Because when I speak of them, they turn into nightmares. Living nightmares. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you.
To you – it’s all an act. To them – it’s reality. There is something beautiful about scars of whatever nature. A scar means that the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
Why tell the whole world your problems when the only person that should know of it is yourself.
They say no two snowflakes are the same. But isn’t there a slightest possibility that out of that whole field of snow, there could be two snowflakes that are exactly the same? When you realise that you are no longer the person you used to be.
“Purple is such a twisted, complex color – it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too – fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.” ~ […]
Surprise has a positive connotation. It carries a sense of light heartedness and bliss. (Happy birthday my friend.) But then again, surprises can also come unexpectedly in the form of a bad news or impending disaster. Those are the surprises I rather not have. – Ever since then, I hate surprises. Rather, I hate getting […]
Zeh zeh. Zom zom. Piu piu. I really need to get a life. All day everyday reading recipes on the train. Watching the chefs and baristas at work. And spending the rest of my time at supermarkets looking for ingredients. Then again, I am quite amazed at how good my memory is. 15 minutes into […]
To say less is more.