Picked Pockets

akala ko rin.
guess not.
ha freaking ha.

i am not okay, and i have no idea when i'm gonna be okay again.


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this is weird.
akala ko ba three months lang, for normal people.
it's been what? almost a year and old songs can still make me cry.

it feels great not to feel

(it doesn't even make sense on 'paper' :|)

but honestly, though, i feel great not feeling :]

when i got news that north got hit really badly, i couldn't help but wonder how you were doing.


i know that you're never gonna see this, but i'm glad we're talking again :)
(even though it's just about the weather. hahaha)

keyboard jam is your bff.

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k. i'm done here.

i remember mine so vividly.

a million days of summer.
trees. stars. holding hands.
rainy nights. talking on the phone.
cutting class--
the works! maaan.
i swear to god.
that was some serious epic shit.

of course, with your first love is your first, ahem, heartbreak.
it happened so long ago that i think i've almost forgotten how it feels like.

i was just looking through my archive. this really is where i poured all the angst involved in that uhh first cut, since multiply was way too public (if you know what i mean HAHA). and now i can almost remember it being that painful.

i guess i'm still alive. a lame excuse for "alive," but still alive, i guess. then that means--


go do the math.