It's been two years since we broke up, ,
 but it still feels like it was yesterday
I still look towards your direction sometimes
 Because it's not cool
 So much that I can't do anything about it...
 I even tried to forget you because it was so hard
 Where are you, and what are you doing?
 Maybe worrying is unnecessary
 Do you still remember?
 We cried together saying that
 Even though I'm such a weak crybaby
 I'll wait for years until that day comes
 I'm right here I won't go anywhere anymore
 I want to hear your voice, so I'll call you
 Are you avoiding me?
 But one day I found you
 You were holding hands with the person you love now
 And even though I should've been sad,
 I pretend to be strong
 All I did was wave my hand a little
 Good bye to you
 You, that I love so much that I will never be able to see again
 Goodbye, take care
 July 8th, Sunny day
who am i?Y

your not so typical blood loving light hating chocolate craving midnight pretty monster who runs around the house half naked, goes around breaking rules, listening to other people' s problems but not having the ability to solve her own.

what i ?
chocolates, blood, pretty boys, books!

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Thursday, March 25, 2010
4:06 AM



i am a doll.
since i was young, i remembered being called as doll- like
with my long black curls, fair mestiza skin and rosy cheeks.
growing p, i had my hair straightened, and my skin color got a shade darker due to consistent exposure to the sweltering heat of the sun.
but still people say i look like a doll
and someone told me that i really AM a DOLL.
not only do i look like one, but now, they say i act like one.
cold. snobbish, proper, emotionless.
i lost my kalog attitude.
i used to be compared to a megaphone. im noisy.
now i barely whisper what i say.

i think i just got too calculating.
too many mistakes have turned this Kath into KAT.
just Kat.
no expression, feelings or emotions almost to the point of alienating myself.
sometimes i try to look for a pulse, for warmth for something that'll make me human

THERE"S NONE.



p.s. sinabihan akong mukha akong manika ng 12 beses. ooh. does the number 12 ring a bell?

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