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Thursday, 12 February 2015

Dream 02.11.15: SelfLoveAffair

I like this guy but I don’t like him enough to fuck him. I feel like he’s too good for me. On second thought, maybe I don’t like him that much. I’m just hanging out with him because he’s good to me.
I can feel the sadness when he looked at me while I was texting someone else on my phone. He’s hurt, he knows I’m cheating on him. Even though we’re not that serious with each other yet (I don’t know about him but I am not that into him.) He feels like he owns me already. He doesn’t, especially not my soul… nor body. This other guy that I’m texting, I like having sex with him. I don’t like him too. It’s just really sex.


I guess this makes me a bad person. Shallow… Lustful… Selfish. But this makes me happy. And I’ve looked everywhere to be happy. This is the only time I could say I am.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Impromptu

Because it’s almost a year since I’ve written  anything of value (even if only to myself), I decided to try doing writing prompts. And so I searched online for topics that I could write about. See, my mind is literally empty I can’t think of any interesting stuff to say. *sigh*

So here goes this piece I randomly picked from THIS SITE.

Free write for three minutes on this cliché: Back to square one.

It’s been a while since I sat down in front of a computer, faced a blank page and finally, finally start tapping my fingertips on the keyboard. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I think I was in this hiatus for too long. It’s time to start again, or at least try to start again since we’re starting a new chapter of our lives. I have all these energy and angst around me that I can’t contain. I have nowhere to save them. I don’t know where to put it. I want to come up with something creative. To get the juices flowing blah. I want to change myself. I want productivity. I want to be able to do something I know I truly enjoy. There’s still a lot to do though. I guess I’m back to square one.


I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right though. But then again, who’s here to judge?