First Move.

I always think that being the person who always makes the first move is the more mature one. I always assume that they're the ones who would rather lose the argument. I believe that it's true so I do it. I always make the first move. But you know what sucks about always making the first move? It doesn't make you feel important.

I'm Still Hanging.

I knew know this person. I used to be with this person every single day. I used to tell this person everything. I used to be with this person after class because time in school was never enough. I used to call this person whenever I feel like talking to someone. I used to share my paranoia to this person because I feel comfortable telling this person how I felt. I used to share laughs, and even cries, with this person because talking to this person is a great comfort to me. I used to go with this person every where because I want to spend time with him/her. I used to go to this person's place when he/she's sick because this person needs someone to take care of him/her and he/she would do the same for me. I used to be this person's "person". But that's the thing, isn't it? I USED TO. 

Hi, Dani!

Hi, Dani! I'm Mikee Buntan. No, I haven't forgotten you, just so you know. Things have just been so busy and out-of-sorts that I haven't gotten to check if you're okay now. I'm sorry.

And just like that...this place doesn't feel like home anymore. 

Snape.

In Harry Potter, there's this character whom they've always thought is the bad guy who's actually the good guy but the time they realized it, his character's already dead. In my life, I'm him. I'm Snape. I'm this person who's trying so hard to do good for the welfare of others but they can't see it. Because in their minds, I''m the villain. I'm the person who's always been seen as the "you shouldn't even be in this story" character or the "you suck" character. Yeah, for a lot of people, that's me.

Perfection vs. Imperfection.

I had a random thought, just a few minutes ago, about the line "Nobody's perfect" and I just had to share it. Plus the fact that I've only been posting negative blog entries here so I figured that I should post something that doesn't make people message me for sympathy. Hahaha. 

HATE.

Every night. Every single night. I feel like I'm gonna burst into tears every time I'm alone. Every day is a struggle to feel better. I'm starting to think of all the things I've done wrong to deserve all this crap in my life.