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Bittersweet Memories- Bullet For My Valentine

You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint that's easy to tell
But guess what, honey, you ain't no angel

You like to scream me as words as a weapon
Well, go head take your best shot, woman
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what, honey, it's not that easy

We get so complicated
This thing is for our memories ...

Saturday, May 21,2011-- he rented a place in Makati. It was the next building from my nice and cozy apartment. He told me that since he's already in the zone, I might as well transfer to his crib and we'll be room mates. I gave it much thought and consideration a month before the transfer happened. I was thinking on what my parents will say ( I have been honest to my parents including my *** life ), what my housemates will do, what my life would be without televison, and what will happen if we see ...

dear me,

Me is sad today. Me wants to cry but she can't because she is in the office and her boss might call her cheesy. Me wanted to run far far away and be alone and breathe deep for awhile. She has been through a lot lately and she couldn't tell anyone because it is ridiculous and the least thing she needed is pity and mockery. Me hadn't had sleep. She couldn't sleep even after two bottles of alcohol. It didn't kick in except for the migraine. Total epic fail. Just like her life. ...

How long do I need to swallow this bitter pill?
How long will I have to stand still?
The earth's a-turning round and round;
I'm still stranded to nowhere-bound.

How long do I have to hope for the best
When the worst always puts me to the test?
How long should I hope? How long should I be patient
If the problems that arise are so consistent?

How long can I endure these burdens casted upon me?
They keep on dropping like raindrops ...