Today was amazing-revelations-at-the-last-minute day, right girls? Haha love ya'll man.

Let me be a bore and relate what happened today. Went to school, went for the talk, spent the whole talk talking about everything but the talk, slept during it, looked through fashion magazines and during the whole episode, watched the teacher watching us doing everything that doesn't spell e-t-i-q-u-e-t-t-e.

Bravissimo.

Oh and then, training, and met them all.

I-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g.

And well, at the moment when I was asked whether I'd fancied anyone this year, I realised that the crush of age two years was really gone. Not to mention, impossible. And maybe I was just holding on to something, a fragment of who I really wanted him to be but somehow I just know that he's not that.

It took me long huh? I think my girlfriends are going to kill me if they read this because...it's just too long, things change, and nothing's going to ever be the same again.

I think the person I've been thinking about all this time is someone who doesn't exist anymore aye.

A fragment of my imagination, a dream boy who doesn't exist at all.

Or maybe he does. Only that he probably lives in Greenwich village or what.

And so that really closes a part of my life. The time at Kenny Rogers, the emo days when the reason for being so emo was just so plain, simple and even juvenile. Those, I can honestly say now, were the good times, honey :)

And now, everything just turns complicated and messy.

What you think is not what others seem to be thinking. We're all trying to step back and read each other. Attempting to understand, analyse, and just forget, even.

Struggling
Encouraging
Giving love.

That's how I'd like to remember it all as.

Oh, and not to mention, my attempts at holding onto an ideal of someone else just to stop myself from liking someone who was very real. Right in front of me.

That's strategy, baby :)

Take care, all.