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THE TWINGE ;[
Friday, March 6, 2009

WOW!

How funny, after more or less two years, I felt that rare ache again.

Oh God, the mere scene I saw created a huge impact to me. I simply don't know why in the heavens I've felt that way wherein there's no definite basis why I have to put a big deal to that one.

I can't really relay the whole thing in this post for you know, maybe somebody might gonna read it and associate him/herself. I'd rather play safe now.

But I admit, it was the first twinge that terribly bruised me regarding crush matters. I never did that in my past years.The last twinge I felt was with my first break-up. But this is way too different I must say. I' m always cool when it comes to those situations. Hell, this is not the "firm" Darlene Mher anymore.

This is not jealousy I'm telling you. But I just can't explain why I was damn bitter with the episode I've perceived.

I guess, I was just expecting too much. Talking about false hopes and all.

This isn't me anymore. I don't accept expectations when it comes to those matters, swear.

No. Never. This can't be happening.

I'm acting like a paranoid and obtuse b*atch. whatever.

I must be the OLD me.

*tears.

writtern @3:09 PM