every cup of coffee has a story. it could be as sweet as a latte, but more often, i choose to resort to less dramatic options by putting my earphones on and go wild with zach de rocha or matt tuck. the noise distracts me. it keeps me sane; getting me away from thoughts that beat me up in slow motion.
i remember a phrase that was posted in facebook by a friend. it simply said, don't think he already let go, when he didn't really hold on in the first place.
i guess i'm just scared. always have been, in a way, that's why i needed to be dragged. i willingly let myself dragged, so here i am.
i always believe that things that end up wrong usually start with something that feels really right. but i know, for something that actually started feeling wrong and starting to feel right in the process would eventually end up wrong.
i have to let go. God knows i really do try. it's the reason i bite the nail of my thumb so i wouldn't make a lot of noise while i cry myself to sleep on some nights.
i go. and as always, i am chased around and i stay back, giving up all the strength to go i thought i first had. eventually, the chase gets tiring. it would soon get tiring, i hope.
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