LeeLeePot

since we broke up and you went back to me and i keep asking you questions, you talk in riddles...if not in riddles, in songs. why can't you stop beating around the bush and answer my questions directly instead of talking to me in idioms, riddles, songs, and hieroglyphics?! i know you are having your own personal battles to win over however if you are to win that, will that make the war stop? it seems like it was ages when you told me to hold on and not let go so that we can be able to reach the finish line together. now, it felt like we were in a race to the finish line, and i am blind by our situation and you are mute and can't even talk about it...that's how it feels...that's why i still can't stop asking questions...that's why i'm still sad....i really don't get your riddles...i don't get your point. the only thing that you told me is that you needed me... which reminds me of a scene from a piolo-claudine film... did you need me because you love me or did you love me because you need me? i asked you that. and you just shrugged it all off... right! life was never a star cinema film... our lives suddenly made a sudden u-turn but not to where we came from... the man i had learned to love went kaput one warm afternoon on the 1st of june. suddenly, i became blonde. i can not decipher what you are trying to say. i can not understand what you are trying to do. i can not comprehend what you want me to feel. i can't make sense to everything. what i can only do is to wait which really bothers me since it is like hanging on something you can't see. i pray that you conquer what you need to conquer..it seems that it's a "man" thing. i was just a spoiled gf to you. and this blog is what you will consider as whining.

i still wonder though...