Trace the moment.

From then onward,
When the night falls,
It was already too late to refuse,
It was too late to stop loving you.
So let yourself free,
Run to deliverance,
It was already too late to return,
It was too late to start again.


BEATRICE

Art, books, films, photos.


02/12/2006 - 02/19/2006
07/30/2006 - 08/06/2006
11/26/2006 - 12/03/2006
12/10/2006 - 12/17/2006
12/17/2006 - 12/24/2006
12/24/2006 - 12/31/2006
12/31/2006 - 01/07/2007
01/28/2007 - 02/04/2007
02/04/2007 - 02/11/2007
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03/18/2007 - 03/25/2007
04/08/2007 - 04/15/2007
05/06/2007 - 05/13/2007

Wednesday, December 13, 2006
@10:27 PM

And tonight, I feel especially dull.

I wonder, could it be the wet weather tonight that made it so dull and somehow, depressing? Or, am I just using that as an excuse? Tonight, like one of those familiar nights occasionally, my heart feels exceptionally heavy, like there's a lot of emotions weighing me down. I can't find an exact reason to cry for, I'm angry with myself for not being capable enough, I'm upset for being so much in self-denial and I hate to land myself in such situations. So much pain.


What am I to you?

I do have an idea of where I stand, but I beg not to be thrown there.

Indeed, there's a lot I can do other than bothering about this. Like how you would only bother about matters that are closely connected to you. Other than that, fuck it. It does hurt a lot and it's breaking me.





Yes, I know. It was my choice.

I remembered.

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