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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Saturday, November 12, 2011 at 10:07 PM
It feels as if I'm still back in square one.
No changes. Nothing.
What a waste. One and a half years, yet I'm still here.
God knows what I'd give just to turn back time and choose differently,
Maybe I would have treasured you from the start when I knew and not until that April.
Or maybe I should have let you slipped through my fingers, but then, there wouldn't be a story of us.
I should have spent more time with you, I should have protested.
Instead of always keeping quiet and letting you have as much freedom as I could give to you,
I should have been more clingly, I should have told you "I don't want you to go!"
Instead of pretending to be understanding, and okay with it.
I should have voiced out my feelings,
Instead of always pretending to be so carefree. Because in the end, it hurt others.
All I wanted was to cover the void that was growing larger.
I should have told you that sometimes I get hurt because of you,
Instead I use other means that'll make me feel like I wanted. I didn't want anyone to know how I truly felt. Especially you.
I should have known how much you were hurting, how much you've been struggling.
Instead of being there for you, I thought that she would be better for you than I can ever be for you.
Always putting you first, I tried my best to be someone you'd be proud of. And failed miserably.
I realized by always being "Okay" with everything, it would seem like I didn't care. But I do.
I realized by not voicing out, it would seem like I've got no opinions. But I do.
I realized by not expressing my feelings, it would seem like I've got no feelings for you. But I do.
I realized by never stopping you. It would seem like I couldn't be bothered. But I do.
I realized by giving you this much freedom, it would seem like I don't treasure you. But I do.
I realized by not being clingy, it would seem like you weren't important. But you are.
I realized that I was the worse, and that you were the best.
In the end of the day, I could'nt help but fall into am endless pit.
Everything was my fault.
I'm so stupid.
Everything seems like a lie now.
Everyone's disappearing.
The feeling of waking up in a dream.
You thought you woke up, only to find out that you're still in a dream, waking up again, yet it's still a dream.
I'm so pathetic. I couldn't give you what you needed.

Yet I still love you.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 10:07 PM.


Saturday, November 12, 2011 at 10:07 PM
It feels as if I'm still back in square one.
No changes. Nothing.
What a waste. One and a half years, yet I'm still here.
God knows what I'd give just to turn back time and choose differently,
Maybe I would have treasured you from the start when I knew and not until that April.
Or maybe I should have let you slipped through my fingers, but then, there wouldn't be a story of us.
I should have spent more time with you, I should have protested.
Instead of always keeping quiet and letting you have as much freedom as I could give to you,
I should have been more clingly, I should have told you "I don't want you to go!"
Instead of pretending to be understanding, and okay with it.
I should have voiced out my feelings,
Instead of always pretending to be so carefree. Because in the end, it hurt others.
All I wanted was to cover the void that was growing larger.
I should have told you that sometimes I get hurt because of you,
Instead I use other means that'll make me feel like I wanted. I didn't want anyone to know how I truly felt. Especially you.
I should have known how much you were hurting, how much you've been struggling.
Instead of being there for you, I thought that she would be better for you than I can ever be for you.
Always putting you first, I tried my best to be someone you'd be proud of. And failed miserably.
I realized by always being "Okay" with everything, it would seem like I didn't care. But I do.
I realized by not voicing out, it would seem like I've got no opinions. But I do.
I realized by not expressing my feelings, it would seem like I've got no feelings for you. But I do.
I realized by never stopping you. It would seem like I couldn't be bothered. But I do.
I realized by giving you this much freedom, it would seem like I don't treasure you. But I do.
I realized by not being clingy, it would seem like you weren't important. But you are.
I realized that I was the worse, and that you were the best.
In the end of the day, I could'nt help but fall into am endless pit.
Everything was my fault.
I'm so stupid.
Everything seems like a lie now.
Everyone's disappearing.
The feeling of waking up in a dream.
You thought you woke up, only to find out that you're still in a dream, waking up again, yet it's still a dream.
I'm so pathetic. I couldn't give you what you needed.

Yet I still love you.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 10:07 PM.


Directed By





Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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