Was a mac studying 4 a while then got "harassed" by a group of guys. First was e girl 4m their group came over & asked me 4 name, number, likes.. bla bla bla.. Then now i have to cope with smsing 2 new guys i have never met b4 until ystd! >_< One called Russ & e other called Melvin. One is dark, wears black, bespecticled and shy
The other is light, blond haired, grey eyed (contacts i think) with mulitcoloured streaks in his hair with a brilliant personality.
One is younger by 1 year
The other is older by 2 years

And im at a loss of what to do.


When the dream slices too closely to reality.
I think i shall be driven mad sooner or later
The whole time i was telling myself that it was but a dream.. Still it aches like crazy.. In a period of lucidity in the crystaline moonlight i realised for honest to goodness truth that you were one and one with nightstar. For it was only in the wee hours of the dark that the fey can recognise other fey masquarading as one of them and you too were fey and the truth pierced my heart. If i realise that i love you it will drive me crazy because i know that i can never be with you But the damage is done The pain is driving me insane Am i to pretend that i forgot who you are when there's no one more impt to me in e whole wide world? Am to forget that i promised to wait forever while the truth is that this promise still stands? Am i to forget that im mad at myself for being stupid enough to hurt you so badly I broke your faith and trust in me that you are unable to forgive n forget N we are never to be anything more than this status quo stands? I feel that i deserve nothing more, But am i to forget how much i yearn for nothing more in this world to be yours? But no matter how much i force myself to deny it, i still come to the same conclusion? Am i to forget that getting to know you was the happiest moment in my life, And every second i spend knowing ill never see you again is pure torture? What am i to do?Im still in love with you. But t'was but a dream. As all dreams do come to an end sometime, this dream, no matter how beautiful, must too..
~An ode to one's past