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I am a General Digital Photographer
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hi, reason i wrote it here. well, im more or less sure you won't be checking this site out anyway.
i don't know. I think I'm over you, but I'm not.
pag nakikita kita , dito sa work, di ko alam... I feel like i'm being consumed.....
I struggle to hide that pain that wells up inside me, If i could only break down and cry. It's so difficult to pretend that I'm happy. Totoo, pag wala ka jan, pag may ginagawa ako... kay, pero pag nakikita kita, ang hirap, wala akong ibang masabi, basta di ko lam gagawin ko...
I try to move on, but I feel pegged to the ground, weak as a withering tree, as if all my limbs would give away the moment I move.
Sometimes, i could not help but standm and take a glance at you.
I know, it's pathetic, and im flooded with self pity. BUt what could I do? THat's why i hate love, it brings one so low, one acts like a complete fool... And to be filled with that thing which you hate most, is utter torture.
Sometimes, I just think, If i could hug you one last time, kiss you one last time.. My longing is overwhelming and at the same time i'm so ashamed.
I try to understand, but at the back of my my mind, rather deep inside my heart, i ask WHY..
hey. i was browsing the internet and looking for some tutorial to get some tips and tricks on photoshop and I came across to this website again. Looks familiar to me and thought of you. I forgot my username but funny thing is I know yours, so I did type ur url on the address bar and checked ur friend's list, I saw it and I started logging in.
Then I read your note here, seems that was a long time ago.
Its not that I'm sneaking around here but I saw ur submissions. You are such a good writer. While I was reading them, I somewhat affected or something. I didn't know that's how you feel after you broke-up with me. I'm sorry. I don't what to say now. .......
don't be sorry pay. being with you has changed me in so many ways. in many ways positive. I'm a stronger and more mature individual now because of you. I'm going to law school next year. And things are looking up. You changed me and motivated me in a subliminal way. I haven't thanked you for that. But I always have. Whatever feelings I have had back then, the negative ones have already faded into the background..
i don't know. I think I'm over you, but I'm not.
pag nakikita kita , dito sa work, di ko alam... I feel like i'm being consumed.....
I struggle to hide that pain that wells up inside me, If i could only break down and cry. It's so difficult to pretend that I'm happy. Totoo, pag wala ka jan, pag may ginagawa ako... kay, pero pag nakikita kita, ang hirap, wala akong ibang masabi, basta di ko lam gagawin ko...
I try to move on, but I feel pegged to the ground, weak as a withering tree, as if all my limbs would give away the moment I move.
Sometimes, i could not help but standm and take a glance at you.
I know, it's pathetic, and im flooded with self pity. BUt what could I do? THat's why i hate love, it brings one so low, one acts like a complete fool... And to be filled with that thing which you hate most, is utter torture.
Sometimes, I just think, If i could hug you one last time, kiss you one last time.. My longing is overwhelming and at the same time i'm so ashamed.
I try to understand, but at the back of my my mind, rather deep inside my heart, i ask WHY..
well, ran out of time. bye.
Then I read your note here, seems that was a long time ago.
Its not that I'm sneaking around here but I saw ur submissions. You are such a good writer.
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