Love. Hate. Just.

There goes my monotonous routine. My mind is perched with all the small small things that matters, I couldn't sleep and I wake up with horrible hair and terrible eye bags. How mundane.

Awful-ness. I get super hyped in the morning. And die in the afternoons.

I showed Juosie my multicolor shimmer shimmer glam glam voodoo doll today. I said "Hey Juosie, come look, this here is your twin", and pointed at the voodoo doll.

Juosie :"Owhhhh. GarrrgarrrKerrrrr. Raaaawr." *started twisting the doll's head.
Me :"Er, Juosie, look here, the mouth has stitches on it, I doubt it can roar."
Juosie :"In that case, Grrrrrrrrr" *and she starts growling =.=

I'm so angry I can't even walk straight or think straight anymore. I split into half.

Right sides says, the feeling is so solid, face the truth.
Left side says, be rasional, it's impossible, face the truth.

I'm stuck with two truths and I do not know which to believe in. I need to survive the onslaught of your presence. I need to be distant and austere just because I know it's not going to happen. The unwavering attraction. I know I should give up right here right now. But then again I still dream of you every single day, your laughter still lingers and makes me tingle with a bit of exitement here and there.

You have no idea when was the last time someone make me feel like this. Boy I can't even sit still on a chair. Give me 10 seconds, tops, I start muttering to myself, walking around in circles and pulling out strands and strands of hair like a mad woman. It sucks when it's a one-way thing, you don't even notice.

Bree loves, hates, thinks of you