all herald to yet another emo post of june's fast decimating love life. Come on' give this old girl a break cos she has no one else to rant to except herself.

as of late, and to no surprise....it gets colder and colder when we meet. Why I continue to persist in my romantic- masochist endeavors, is simply because he's gonna leave in less than a week. There seems to be less affection left and just simply a physical attraction which leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in my mouth. Fact still resonates in my mind that this was built on the reality that it was not meant to last, but I wish I didn't feel like its so strenuous to be with me.

Fucking smart guy he is, but a severe lack in the EQ department... and it kinda stings whenever I think how sweet and earnest he was before. Maybe thats how guys work, maybe thats how he just simply is. I wonder what has changed.
ARGH. if i pull out ant more hair Im gonna be as bald as newly initiated NS boy.

I want to promise myself, this will be the last of rushing into emotions and relationships. I will take it slow and enjoy my impending happiness with the next guy who will be worthy of my love.

fighting on with a tentative smile on my face, june. :)