help me.
i really really need help.from somebody, anybody? please.

help me. help me help me.
please.

jobro ohno

I have been watching J.O.N.A.S and I am definitely going to buy their cd.
They are such a funny bunch of guys!

the aftermath

So its day two and thankfully I've stopped the steady stream of tears.
It all boils down to communication-either you have it or you don't.

I know there are some who are supportive of everything I do, and I'm so grateful because they are there to see the high and lows of what I go through.

Being a true friend means having to accept that the person you give advice to will screw up occasionally. And being a true friend means being happy when your friend is happy and being supportive when your friend is sad.

So as I am going through this moment in life, I do see who my real friends are.

And somehow, the best friend that i no longer am best friends with isn't the one whom I thought it would be.

I'll never forget,at the time i needed help the most

"Who did you break up with? The same guy? You know what I'm going to say. If you don't want harsh advice, I'm not the person you should be talking to."

Its okay. Its okay if you feel that way because in that text alone, was enough to make me feel lost even more.

I want the real me back. that is the reason for all this, because i forgot about me. I placed so much emphasis on a person in my life that I no longer have an independent identity.

i remember watching an episode of The City, where Diane Von Furstenberg told Whitney Port

"The most important relationship you will ever have in life, is the relationship you have with yourself"

Who knew something could come out of a show that is really based on..nothing?

I told him all that I had to say. Everything. Even conversion. And about how I'll live my day today, and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. About how God does things for a reason and that's why I was committed to the relationship because I always believe there is a reason for it. Basically told him everything that I never told him before.

So I'm not crying anymore. because I'm done crying. Enough. Today, I have to in my own way, move on and start doing my own thing because I've neglected me for way too long already.

cry blood

i cant believe its not going to last.
it finally arrived.

after 15 unreplied texts

how can a person give so much love to another and in return, receive only pain.
isnt it only right to be loved equally in return?

of course i love unconditionally and i dont regret it. but it hurts so so much when there isnt any certainty as to whether things have ended or not or any form of closure as to the reason why.

despite the pain, i feel blessed to know i am capable of loving a person with such intensity. something i never felt before.

i only wish and hope its not entirely over.
such a shame to let such love go to waste.

slipping under the radar

ive deactivated my fb profile today.
its much too painful.

compensation

is the prada lg enough to soothe me from the daily frustrations i face each day?

i fucking hate it when someone else drives my car without my permisson.