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I am super sad.

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This has not been a positive time for me.

Heartbroken.

Disappointed.

Sad.

Angry.

Lost.

Hashtag girl

I like this girl. We haven’t met yet. We’re going to. What I like about her? Is her smile. That’s it. Maybe her persona. I like this girl. She asked about me, my life and what am I doing. I may be sound too much like an ass. I like this girl. She asked me what nationality am I. Her name begins with a “B.” I’m a quiet, boring geek and she finds me interesting. That is strange, right? For the last 2 days, we spend time texting to each other and we engage in our primary topics of our conversations. Not only that, we also have this “secondary conversation” where we get sidetracked sometimes. Our “secondary conversation” always, ALWAYS include hashtags. Haha. Nearly every single one of our texts includes hashtags, which is rad, and she is cool. I like this girl. i may not be her type. I’m a boring, dull, full-time college student of a mothafucka, but I hope I can be my good self and she can like me. Maybe she likes my style. Maybe she likes the online, cyper, text of me. Maybe she really does. If she meets me, what if I’m not her vision of “that guy?” The guy who she talked to a lot lately. The guy that make wisecracks. The guy who is sarcastic. What if she finds me uglo, an ass, a douche and a boring, dull mothafuka? ): One can only hope. I hope she likes me. Haha. I’m wishful thinking. Ah, shit, man!!! #thisisserious #ilikethisgirl #shesrad #whatifshedoesntlikeme

I’m stupid

I like this girl. I haven’t met her. We texted after we exchange numbers from the online dating site. We hit it off so well. Then, I called her after she asked me to and we couldn’t hear each other well. Now, she doesn’t like me probably because of my voice. )))::: Stupid me.

I hate to lose, I really do. I’m not talking about in sports. I hate to lose things, some things that I work hard for. The things I put a lot on efforts in.

But, I certainly hate to lose friends, close or not close, old friends or far-away friends, new or old. I thought I’d change their lives or they’d change mine. But, it seem like its a waste to them. I tried. I really do tried to keep them all close to me. I guess its doesn’t matter anymore, all I did was to keep them close and not go. And it got to the point of suffocation where they can’t think or say anything anymore. I don’t mean anything like that. I may act like an asshole, careless fool, a douche. I’m not like that. I do care. I’m not type of guy that’ll hurt you.

I don’t want to act like this anymore. I’m tired of feeling like this.

All I want to say… I’m sorry. I really am.

She’ve seen it all.

I see it in her eyes.

She’s from the dark side.

Far away from paradise.

Curiosity

Curiosity - Killing mystery

Fearing what will be

What might have been

M83!!!

Who wants to come with me to see M83 on April 12 at the FOX THEATER POMONA?!?!? I may buy two tickets tomorrow. I don’t want to go alone. Haha. Who is up for it??

What else could I say?

I was going to wait for tomorrow. But, fuck it. And I don’t care what anybody says. I fucking miss you. Not in some cheesy let’s-hold-hands-and-be-together-every-time. No, not that. It’s just plain and simple. I miss your presence. I miss you being there, here and for me. I miss your smile, your laughs and your calling me all kinds of names. But, Goddamn, I sure do fucking miss you. Jerk. XOXO.