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THE DREAMER


Carmina Fuentebella

I have my mind floating somewhere in the midst of reality and fantasy. Care for a cup of tea?

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(c) December 2008

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Looking Back.
Monday, February 16, 2009
School's practically ending in about a month...or less. I'm now leaving my long long high school life. I feel sad though. The people I used to play around with are slowly slipping away. Some of them don't even talk to me anymore, like I never existed...no, like our friendship never existed. It's so depressing having to leave the school w/o them laughing by my side, encouraging me and being with me in my bad times. I miss them all. Sometimes, the fun times we had still linger in my mind. I guess time just passes by and they start forgetting you once they move on. "The truth is always harsh so it's best to pretend and act like nothing happened."-Akio.

Every memory matters to me. So are the people involved. I can't move on!! That's the friggin' fact I can't get my mind to do. It's just that, having less memories in a place doesn't make it nice for you to go back when years pass. I don't want that to happen. Is there something wrong with me? Did I change that much for you to flee from me? Have I become too noobish to be called your 'friend'? Tell me...

I'd do anything..

..give anything..

..just to have you back...

..and spend the last months of school happily...

...to make this school a place where i could go back to.

Okay fine. I suddenly turned dramatic. It's not like me, oh wait. It is like me to act all depressed. Who cares anyway? Hahaha!

I need some fresh air. I haven't been going out lately. Yeah, I even spent my Valentine's day sleeping. Now, I'm whining over my cracked nail. Darn it. I knew I shouldn't have forced the ferrero container.

Nothing's new. I just regret not having to post last month. Honestly, I'm growing lazier and useless by the second. Blame me and my maniana habit.

I'm currently writing a senseless storyline. It's about a girl who falls in love and dreams that her wish won't come true. :)) Talk about fresh air. I REALLY HAVE TO START MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSE. Take that as a 'result of laziness and boredom.' Haha.