one year already.

i am not sore generally.
i just dont think some ppl are sensitive enough.

i woke up today,
realising that in 2 days time is your bday.
(nooo not keiboys.)
point is- its been a full year! i cant believe how fast time flies when you're havin fun
(or was)
i dont know how to pass the card to you
or even chuck it at you before needing to go off somewhere unimpt. S:
i dont know how to tell you all the well wishes i usually wld.

you knw how ppl always say they'll neverrrr move on
or they dont tink they'll ever love again blah blah...
EVERYONE moves on.

and cliche as it sounds,
it always gets better
im not saying this to make myself feel better.
but it did, didnt it?
and now youre out talking so openly and loudly about all your one-nights and what not.

i knw
this is your way of holding up your pride-
to mk yourself look wanted and me, well, not.
im RIGHT there in the same room, feeling shitty over a personal event in my life
and there you go
flaunting your sexual activeness.

maybe you ARE too good for me.
maybe thats why i cld never give you anything near this, or even tolerate this.
and someone else (most probably a nurse) can give you all this.
but you knw what?
i dont wanna know abt it.
keep personal things the way they shld be- personal.
and give me a piece of mind.

one year now,
and i feel so... unhooked. weird word to pick. but yes. unhooked.
released.
we are so different its not funny.
yet in so many ways, our lives keep intertwining.
i wld NEVER do anything near what youre doing now.
and its fair to say that we've got totallllllly diff values- how were we gonna work that out in the beginning?!?!

dont turn ard to look back at me after youve walked away.
(literally)
its killin me.
and i feel the pinch of it now.
i get it. im not good enough.