A piece of my mind

Get out of my dreams! Get out of my head! Enough! I can't take seeing you there anymore! It's just not fair, it's been quite sometime already! What more do you want! And I bet you're happy; you probably moved on ,never looking back at the heart you broke. And although , I wished you happiness, I hate you for it! Or actually I don't, I still can't hate you! You know, he reminds me so much of you. But then again, you reminded me of another him. I apparently don't change, still seduced by the challenge, still looking for trouble, still dreaming of the past, and still talking to you. Even-though I know you're not listening to me and even if you do, you won't hear me. I still can't figure out why I'm still attached to you. But , you know what, I've had it. F**k you for messing up my head for so long! Just go away! Please, go away!

So many times have I caught my tongue from saying it, spilling it all to you. Although I know saying it will make me feel better, to share this secret with you, I still know how much saying such a thing will complicate matters and it's already as complicated as it is. I sometimes wonder if you have any idea how I feel about you and if you do, then how do you feel about it? Yes, I asked how you feel about it because I wouldn't dare ask you how you feel about me! I don't want you to think about me fearing the consequences, but I do wonder! I really miss you, you know. Although we still meet occasionally, we don't talk as often as we used to. And even when we do, we don't look each other in the eyes no more. Or at least I don't, I look away in fear that my eyes will give me away. But I have to admit, I'm becoming good at this you-are-as-special-as-anyone-else act. I must have perfected it over time. Trust me, nothing would make me happier than to stop this foo

Before I start, I have to announce how special this post is: not only am I writing this for a very special occasion, but also, this is my first post on my new MacBook :D (yes.. i'm a mac girl now and it feels great) Yesterday, I completed my first year at OpenCraft, which is reason to celebrate and rejoice for all humanity! I can vividly remember every single detail from my first interview till now. And to say the truth, I never had a job that felt so right! See, OpenCraft is not just a job nor is it just a few close friends; it's a state of mind or like I'd rather call it; OpenCraft is an attitude problem. And that, as a concept leaves my rebellious side highly satisfied. The relationship between me and OC now has somehow morphed into an affair, really. See, OC is my boyfriend; knows me very well, and understands me and never fails to make me happy. OC is my charismatic keynote speaker, my talented musician genius, my good-looking rebellious bookworm , my hardworking