Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Set me free, from my conditioned set of actions
Tuesday, April 19, 2011 || 9:44 AM
Opened a drawer which I always dump movie tickets, letters, sweet notes, journals, folded hearts and stars, etc etc from random people.It's like a field filled with fallen leaves of different shades of brown, only fancier.Came across this wallet from a renowned brand, given to me by someone when i was 14.And i never knew, there was a note inside the zipper compartment.And this glass bottle, filled with the fluid from lightsticks, presented to me on my doorstep earlier this year. He made sure it was still glowing. His clothes were stained with the fluid, and i remember being very amused about it. Aren't girls supposed to do all of these? Being the meticulous, thoughtful one doing all these supposingly 'gay', sweet handmade stuff.I remember, all i said was, 'Oh, thanks.', and i continued standing there, thinking, when would i ever go back to the comforts of my bed.
And i realize how much I've taken people for granted.
For all the letters, notes, picture cards, gifts I've never returned, or showed any appreciation,
sorry for your time wasted on a girl, who doesn't know how to reciprocate.