17 || aeronautical engineering | aspiring pilot
caffeine please! since 05.06.12
I’m sorry because I always seem to appear too needy and demanding of your time and attention. I’m sorry because I always get annoyed every time you failed to inform me that you are going to sleep or play computer games or get busy, because I felt like a fool waiting for your reply. But have you ever asked yourself why am I like that? Well, you should know that I have become so comfortable with you. Maybe it’s because you’ve seen me at my weakest, most vulnerable state, yet you still managed to stay. Most of the people I have opened up to tend to walk away the moment I let them see how broken I am inside. They can’t handle my fragility but you can. Maybe that’s why I find it easier to talk to you about my problems and issues because I know that even if you don’t really understand, you would still try to do so; because I know you won’t push me away. Also, talking to you makes me feel less alone.
I’m sorry if I’m being too much of a pain to you. You know what to do when you get so tired of putting up with me. You can leave.
10:43PM thoughts (m.b)
I went to the Manila International Book Fair and it defined the pronoun denoting the nonexistence of any matter. I just made my self envious of all the people around me with pushcarts loaded with books. But at least, I went to paradise.
Ok, so I don’t know how I ended up here and woah!
And also they made this
There’s even a granny!
(there’s a guy who looks like Hulk btw)
and there are
THEY MADE THOR
And there’s also this which made me laugh
It’s the manner of how you pronounce my name, the riotous beat of my heart when I see you coming, the excessive happiness inside me when I hear you laughing, the appallingly sexy voice you have, the docile feeling when you touch me, the soothing music I hear when I listen to your voice, the sweet sensation of being with you. It’s the overweening perspiration I get when you’re asking me different things, it’s the idyllic feeling when you look straight into my eyes, also, it’s the sense of swimming your abyss of thoughts and the exhilaration when you try to taunt me. Everything I know about you is making me weird. It’s insane for me to think about us. I know I’m not cool, not popular, not your type. For an austere girl like me, you’re someone unattainable. And I’m cognizant that whatever I’m feeling right this instant is something to be hidden under my bed. It’s the heart-wrenching, nerve-erupting, blood-losing yet, exquisite pain of desiring you in every way possible.