It’s really fascinating how every single person in the entire world has a completely unique back story. A completely unique life. No one ever lives exactly the way another person does. No one ever goes through a day that’s exactly the same as someone else’s.
It’s a simple thought yet the amount to which it peaks my interest is surprisingly high.
Come to think of it, isn’t life just hundreds of different combinations of seemingly alike experiences?
Oh what I wouldn’t give to just look at people and find out their whole back story. To find out what made them who they were so that I could finally understand them.
As sure as I know the sun will rise up again, I’m equally sure that what we have will never end. Because what I feel for you, love, is a raging flame that will never flicker and never go out.
Regardless of how awkward we were when we first met, today you are now one of the very few persons whom I can be myself with. You are one tough son of a bitch, I’ll give you that.
So it was our anniversary yesterday.
I cannot believe it’s been a year since that fateful moment where you asked me to be yours. God what you did was so fucking cheesy, Pierre. But I appreciated it all the same. You were perfect. The moon and the stars were perfect. The people were perfect. Everything was perfect.
True, the past months weren’t entirely what I wanted them to be but they were amazing, nonetheless. Thank you for tolerating me. Thank you for putting up with all my bullshit. And thank you, most of all, for never giving up on me, even though I slapped you once using a slice of pizza
(but hey you did it first) and injured you countless times because of my clumsiness.
In the future, I may say some hurtful things
(let’s be honest, I surely will) but you know me better than to believe them right? I’m a ball of crumpled up emotions and you’re the only one who can help control them. You’re my rock. Although sometimes, you’re my clown too. My brain. My common sense. My happy pill…
Thank you so much Pierre. Thank you for every single day that has passed since September 7, 2013.
Happy anniversary! Here’s your request. A blog post about you.
I love you, poophead.
No one would fight for me. I could just walk out of people’s lives and it would be okay with them.
Hi!! I’m super flattered. Hihi. It’s “Just a fayz” from the Gone Series by Michael Grant. Six books lahat. :)
eight random thoughts at eight p.m.
i. stop trying too hard. you’re fine the way you are. you don’t need to change. you don’t need to be friends with the “cool kids.” you don’t need to wear branded clothes and have the latest gadgets. be yourself. you’re awesome.
ii. i don’t like how you interrupt people in the middle of their conversations. or how you talk like you know everything. i don’t like how judgmental you are or how you roll your eyes at every single fucking thing. i don’t like how you always feel the need to call attention to yourself. maybe it’s not your fault who you are. maybe you can’t help being like this. but that does not change the fact that i do not fucking like you.
iii. i don’t know if i could ignore the mistakes you did in the past. and i don’t know if i should. maybe there’s no such thing as “moving on.”
iv. still, i don’t feel like i belong with you guys. it’s like i’m an insignificant little freak. my absence would always go unnoticed. and my silence would never be an issue. so maybe i should just steer clear from you all? it’s probably for the best.
v. i love you so freaking much i would let you eat the last slice of pizza without so much as a second thought.
vi. i miss you terribly. we used to hang out every day and now we barely talk to each other. you’re one of my most favorite persons in the whole world and it sucks that we’re too far apart. we have some serious catching up to do.
vii. when i remember you, i mentally scold myself for being so incredibly stupid. my actions were stupid. my thoughts were stupid. everything i did was stupid. i was so fucking unaware of my imbecilic ways. you were a fucking asshole. why did i fail to see that?
viii. the way you treat me makes me feel inferior. i am perfectly capable of knowing my mistakes. you don’t need to point it out for me. i’m not that obtuse. you don’t know me and you don’t know my reasons. so shut the fuck up and deal with your own shit.
Hey there!! Omg thank you!! That is so not stalker-ish. It’s really sweet. Hihihi. Anyways, I don’t follow a lot of personal blogs. But here are some of my favorites
(in no particular order). :)
- Random Rambles
- GOING LIGHTLY
- Unicorn in Confetti
- The Anomalous
- The Tale of a Legendary Boy
- Chasing Paris
- Of Everything & Beyond
070514: Wherein I channel my
disgustingly unstylish inner tomboy
I simply cannot stand all those pink frilly flowery shit that people wear nowadays. They’re too girly and just not me. I’d rather wear comfy oversized shirts and sweaters than crop tops or blouses or whatever you call those things.
REV UP 2014
Instead of being the students
(like last year), Pierre and I are now the teachers! We’ve been procrastinating our way through summer and the days passed by oh so fucking slowly so it's a refreshing change of pace, really.
To be honest, I kinda don’t like the environment outside of the classrooms. Not exactly the physical aspect of the environment though, but more on the social relations and interactions of different kinds of people. I mean don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love helping the students and I get this certain kind of satisfaction from it but when I step outside of the room, I just feel incredibly out of place. If he wasn’t there, I would never have agreed to stay and teach. I couldn’t stand being in a place where I don’t like the actions of some of the people. I practically had to prevent my eyes from rolling every single minute.
In terms of social skills, I absolutely suck. I always refuse to be the first one to speak and whenever some stranger asks me something, I stutter and reply with an awkward answer. Pierre, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. And I love that about him. He was the thing that kept me there. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve left the fucking place and all the fucking people in it.
Oh and we had sad faces on in the photo because we were tired from teaching and walking around and all that shit. Meh.
random thoughts, opinions and unnecessary things
- My friends have started college already and I am so freaking jealous, it’s not even funny anymore.
- Meanwhile, I have taken to staying in bed all day, enjoying more than my fair share of junk food and tv series, spending almost every single day in bed. This routine has become excruciatingly boring.
- I have watched and re-watched all my favorite movies and all my favorite shows. I find it pathetic that I actually ran out of things to do but the effort I put in trying out different activities had ended up futile.
- My school bus still passes by my house every day and it makes me sad and a little bit nostalgic. It was my ride to and from school for a decade and now it just seems so painful to let that ratty old bus go.
- Oh what I wouldn’t give to be back in grade school, hanging out at playgrounds and bowers, swinging at the top of monkey bars and just relishing in the simplicity of it all.
Everyday I talk to him and everyday I grow even more fond of him. It’s amazing how one person could go from being a complete stranger to one of the most important people in your life.
- I’m thinking about getting a haircut because dear God, with the way my wild and untamed hair is growing out, I might be giving Hermione Granger a run for her money.
- I miss my old school. I miss my old brown uniform. Apparently my mom gave them away and I don’t think I was even left with at least one goddammit. Those uniforms were concrete proof of my god-awful balance and clumsiness. Over the years, they have attained paint stains, rips, holes, mud spots and other things that I never want to forget.
- My sleeping schedule has been as inconsistent as the weather. Some days, I barely get any rest and some days I sleep for more then twelve hours. It’s unsettling.
- The one thing that pisses me off the most though is that I haven’t done any reading in the past few weeks. And by reading, I mean actually finishing novels and not just starting off determined to finish the whole thing by the end of the day but ending up leaving the book ignored and forgotten.
Ignored and forgotten… Oooh… I wonder what that feels like… *coughs*
- Anyways, this post turned out to be longer than I expected. I doubt any of you guys would read up until this last bullet. I could babble on and on about my extremely uneventful four-month summer but then I would stay up all night typing and we wouldn’t want that now would we. It would be best if I get some shut-eye now. My eyebags are getting more and more prominent. I look like a raccoon.