Not an Ashlee Simpson fan, okay?
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For the past few days, if I have a few moments to spare, I reflect about how fucked up I am emotionally (and that's usually during yosi breaks, coffee runs, and commute time).
And I realized that I still do believe in love stories -- but they do eventually end.
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Last night, I couldn't help but cry out of sheer frustration.
D picked me up but because of work, he waited for almost an hour for me. On our way home, he was
masungit already. When we got home, when I asked him if
bababa pa sya (as he was already dressed to go to his gimik), he said, "
Ang tagal ko naghintay sayo eh" while hugging me goodbye.
I was seriously jonesing for some time with him
pa naman, and what I got was tense silence on our way home, and a half-hearted hug.
Siya pa naman yung nagsabi na susunduin nya 'ko, hindi ako yung nagpasundo, so tuwang-tuwa ako na naisip nya yon, at minsan lang nya ako masundo or mahatid, tapos ganon lang nangyari :(