"letting go doesn't mean giving up. it means moving on. it is one of the hardest things a person can do. starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. we feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. but as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. we are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. it means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so."

all alone in my room
think of you in a rate that is truly alarming
i keep looping my memories of you in my head
i pretend that you want me

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good friday was boring. sat in front of the laptop for maybe 7 hrs, trying to do up plans and trying even harder to concentrate. bad weather makes me gloomy. until now, i'm not done with my work. and i figure that i'll probably work better as the deadline looms, which is tomorrow. and this means, no saturday training for me, yet again. damn miserable.

making a confession is hard, concealing the feelings is even harder. sometimes i wonder what's within that gives the strength and ability to do both. whoever does that must be crazy, absolutely.

i'm so going to run again on sunday to clear things off my mind. especially this week, this teeny weeny brain of mine's overloaded with too much information and emotions that i somehow cannot take it anymore. maybe a run or a sprint will be able to keep me refresh. itp's ending (3 more wks) and competition's nearing. stress piling up at an alarming rate. i dunno when can i really take a good rest, without having either stuck in my mind. just feel that i'm still not trusting the rest enough, still feel that i have to worry about every single thing and see to them myself in order to convince myself that things will be alright.

work wise, it's like hell. damn busy. and i din save my stuffs properly, and i couldnt work today. what the fuck srsly. and there's so many deadlines to meet. i only have a pair of hands you see, i can't be productive and precise. you just can't have the best of both. dun be such a greedy asshole. choose one!

i was right. i'm rlly ranting and whining at every single thing. mannn i want to die already. somebody kill me please. ):): TGIF



3 more days till that wake up call

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