i do bloghop, every single time when i go online. i love to see how people live in their world. it's totally different from everyone. interesting i must say. strangers to friends too.
we communicate through the net, awesome!
i'm tired of working but i work because of $$. no one supports me now. sad.
i'm having my off day, yeah! but i need to go to my workplace .
my say to define the word LOVE.
Love have all kinds.
Love is blind and tends to ignore oneself flaws and accept it even though it's not perfect for you.
Love is about give and take.
Love always brings ones' relationship closer after a quarrel.
Love is when it makes your heart skip a beat everytime you're with the one.
Love is what makes you think you want to have it for the rest of your life.
Love is what breaks ones' heart.
Love is something that you will learn every single time you fall out of it.
Love is what i call fate.
Love makes you want to cry your heart out.
Love is what makes your world seem perfect.
Love is when you know that one person is going to make your life miserable and still you are stubborn enough not to let it go.
Love is what makes your ego grow bigger.
etc. . .
THAT'S THE LOVE, FROM ME.
here's something that i am in right now,
A part of me wants to leave you alone
A part of me wants for you to come home.
A part of me says I'm living a lie.
And I'm better off without you.
A part of me says to think it through.
A part of me says I'm over you.
A part of me wants to say goodbye.
A part of me is asking why.
A part of me wants to leave.
But a part of me wants to be here with you.
And everytime I think we're over and done you do something to get me back loving you.
And you got me just torn.
Torn in between the two.
Cuz I really wanna be with you.
But something's telling me I should leave you alone
There were no issues when we started out.
It was cool.
It was everything that love's about.
But something happened.
Plus I'm feeling so burnt out.
Cuz I can't understand you now.
A part of me says it's all my fault.
A part of me says he ain't what you want.
A part of me says to get my bags.
A part of me says I can't do that.
So many times I was ready to go
So many times I Had my foot out the door
So many times I thought to give him a chance, thought he'd be a better man
Now I'm sitting here and I'm so confused.
Cuz I keep fighting myself for you.
I don't know how much more I can take but I can't feel this way
You got me so torn
*however, i still love and miss you.