The Appalling Lack of Conscience

Hard to describe.

I know him by heart

There's a secret path I follow
To a place no one can find
Where I meet my perfect someone
I've kept hidden in my mind
Where my heart makes my decisions
'Till my dream becomes a vision
And the love I feel Makes him real someday

'Cause I know he's out there somewhere
Just beyond my reach
Though I've never really touched him
Or ever heard him speak
Though we've never been together
We've never been apart
No we've never met
Haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart

Am I living in an illusion?
Wanting something I can't see
If I compromise, I'd be living lies
Pretending love's not meant to be
'Cause I know my heart's worth saving
And I know that he'll be waiting
So I'll hold on and I'll stay strong 'till then

'Cause I know he's out there somewhere
Just beyond my reach
Though I've never really touched him
Or ever heard him speak
Though we've never been together
We've never been apart
No we've never met
Haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart

No we've never met
Haven't found him yet
But I know him by heart

Found it

I found it. After many many attempts.

It really is quite interesting how you can tell how a person is just from his blog.

Not for me.

Making me sad

I think I am the kind of person who doesn't make friends (like real ones) easily. And I shake off many after a while for one reason or another.

This is making me sad. I read so much stuff which I am sure she didn't intend for my eyes. Boy, I feel so bloody depressed. I feel so sick.

You Jealous Bitch

Do you really have to be such a jealous bitch? Having a conversation with you sometimes makes me feel nauseous.

I feel insanely sad for you. Do you have to be like that? Does it make you feel better by using such caustic words?

I am really glad I have only been friends with you for less than a year. Your existence kinda leaves me bewildered.

It's that easy

It really takes time to know someone.

I figure that you have the sensitivity of a haemorrhoid. Sometimes, I wonder how come I took so long to realise that you are not as nice as I first thought you were. You can't seem to show genuine concern for anyone as well. That about sums up what I think of you.

This sounds so childish but I don't think I want to be friends with you anymore.

Further and further

It's quite sad, isn't it?