that is how you survived the war;

The Weepies.


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I haven't wandered into the dark gloomy "alice in wonderland-esque forest in my head in quite a long time.. Just the occasional visits from the rabbit and the tick-tock in my head to remind me of it's lifelong existence and horror..

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When you say "to be a friend", where do you draw the line at not being more or less?

How do you know when to hold back or give more? How do I know when to stop blabbering non-stop without causing potential hazards or unwanted drama? How do I tell you "I miss you" without being vulnerable/sad/clingy/desperate? How do I know when it is too much to cry over a friend? How do I know when to stop thinking about people? Most of all, how would I know how you feel...?

I play this game of hide and seek; push and pull; give and take.. but it all falls apart and I feel naked at times because I've bared alot more than I usually to (to anyone) to you and strangely, you don't seem to feel a thing? Funny how you can change "everybody" to "you" in a matter of seconds and I can't see far ahead because my vision is filled with tears when it comes to people like you.. now I'm just lonelysadger_cryin_when_she_tinks_of_eu1990@yahoo.com.sg. I run away, trying to shun your truth but yet I want to hurt just knowing it all. I want to get it over and done with, but you? What have you done? What can you do? Why aren't you?

As much as I want to be vulnerable, I jump back on my feet and run with my broken wings. It's weird right.. weird.. and there's no solution, no remedy.. just time, for us to fade. 

And I'll spend every minute "Cheers!"ing people with drinks laced with poison thinking about you.. here's one to you, here's one to us and here's one to never again.

Cheers to that,

x L