ericasarmie

I am shifting my blog uploading here for today first because I've posted too many in one day in my other blog I'm afraid I might irritate those who read it, but I can't help it. I have too many things to say. There's just no one as of the moment who I could talk to or who'll listen to me. I just realized that there's an irony in a situation where there's a romantic in a realistic world. It simply cannot be. To be a romantic requires superfluous emotions, too much that tends to bend realism a little, jazzing up the flavors and spices of life. To be romantic needs well-versed and/or well-quantified expression of emotions and thoughts. To be a

four weeks ago you killed me four weeks in a row you've killed yourself everyday consecutively now that you're dead and now that i'm dead i am no longer living just a dream or a nightmare behind those brown eyes to you i am dead you too shall die like romeo and juliet and you dove that dagger into me first. here's to love, baby.

Love is a curious little thing So many people do not enjoy studying in school, learning lessons, opening textbooks... Well, guess what! Love's the most gigantimus textbook there is in the whole world! ... Didn't you realize that? The worst part of it is having to get hurt. The best part of it is that it's not individual work everytime. Sometimes it's pair work, sometimes it's group work... but sometimes you have to learn how to let go of certain things, sacrifice, all in the name of Love. You think you're a silly little immovable rock that cannot be changed by Love or Time? Silly weirdo. Just as you sit there stubbornly, you're softened a