Incessant rambles

This is the part when I can ramble about you endlessly. But again, what is the point? As I've said way way back, it is so that I won't be able to forget these memories. But again, what is the point?

Fuck words. Fuck literature. Fuck poetry. Fuck music. Fuck favorite songs. Fuck lyrics. Fuck puns. Fuck delicious things.

It is not that I am moving on, but because it is too painful to say anything, to write anything, to let alone tweet anything. It seems so pointless. In contrast to what Lupita said, my dreams are not valid. It will never be. Unless someone, somehow, would just believe that you and me are against the world. And that you are not stupid enough to think that this someone is you.

It is not that I am getting illogical, but how dare all great things fall into your place. I would be selfish to discuss things with you about you other people say, but it looks like they are right.

That would be selfish of me.
It's me.

Puro na lang ko rant. Puro na lang ko explain. Paulit-ulit na sana. Pag-ako dae mapamati, yaun ka saiya. Pag ako nagpamati ning kadikit, mahihirak ka, madigdi ka sako. Paulit-ulit. Sabihun mo gusto mo yaun kami pareho.

Again, I've made a rant entry. Now, the ball is in your court.

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