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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
FootNote ~ Remember me? I was your FRIEND when you were single
3 EDITOR COMPLAINING:
Huh.Kau tengah dissapointed ke.Kalau bawak lagu Aizat ni memang boleh feel la yang kau tengah sedih.Well aku tak pernah bercinta jadi aku tak tahu mcm mana perasaan sakit tu.Aku x pernah bercinta sebab aku suka reject orang tanpa sebab.You know what it is because aku less confidence.Aku lebih suka forever alone..Oh pasal tuu kau jangan risau.Bunga bukan sekuntum but to forget tu memang takea timelah.Be strong!
hey! i hate love too! haha.
the miserable feeling you feel when that particular person is your everything and it turns out that you're nothing to him/her.
or probably you once mean something to him/her but not anymore.
my heart is not a toy. =)
cuma dedicated kat sape2 yang frust ke ape ke supaya strong jugak walaupun sesekali tu teringat. hahahahhaa pe pon life must goes on kan? tetiba je aku wat entry emo kan kan hahahahha
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