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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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doodles in the air
I want to see you.I was scrolling through the movies they're showing in the cinema, but there aren't any that I wanted to watch, and I didn't think you'd want to watch any of them either. It kinda sucks that I'm using a movie as an excuse to go out with you, but what other choice do I have? I don't love you. I've made that clear to the both of us (and to an unsuspecting third party), but I still want to see you. Life sucks, and you're an escape better than any other form of entertainment I know. You don't love me. You've made that very clear on various occasions. I'm not your type, and you're not mine. If so... why are we dancing around our conversations like this? Why do I want to ask you out? Why are we so scared of looking back and face our mistakes and move on? I don't love you. And you don't love me. We're just friends that want to see each other, and a need a good excuse to do so because we each have a life of our own, and that' all it ever is. Isn't it? |