Amanda remembers.

Good Night.

I'm well beyond pissed at the moment. I was blogging, just about a second ago. And it all disappeared simply because my phone decided to screw with me. See, that is precisely the reason why I need a better phone. I'm so tempted to get the N81 instead of the SuperNova series. And then comes in the question of money and I've decided not to buy a new phone.

What happens when you promised yourself that you wouldn't regret. And when the time comes, you didn't know it'll turn out like this and you're filled with regret? I've given up on us as a couple, you know. Sure, in my goodbye letter I said I still felt something for you. But who doesn't still feel for their crush? Albeit I said it felt like more than just a schoolgirl crush. I just want a friend. I've always wanted a friend in you. You said we would be friends and I trusted you. I can safely say that I was sorely disappointed. So what are you doing to me now? Are you trying to mess with my mind or are you just back revisiting your roots? I'm pretty selfish aren't I? Wishing your return was because of me. Maybe it isn't, maybe it is. But probably isn't is it? It feels like we're back at the beginning except we're not. We're not total strangers anymore. We're strangers with a past, if that's even possible. But anything's possible in the world isn't it? Maybe I'll see you again next week. But I promise I'll pretend like I don't know you. And that I'm smiling so much is because suddenly, there's this cute boy whose appeared from no where and has caught my attention. Or maybe, it's not because of you I'm smiling. It's because of the people who never let me down, who always encouraged me, who were always there for me. I'll try not to cry for you anymore, because you're not worth it. Especially since you didn't cry when I left. You didn't demand for a reason why I left. You didn't care enough did you? I don't know. I don't know you. I shouldn't know you. Lest your precious girl hears about it.

I should go to sleep now. My eyes are almost closing and my fingers hurt. It's not entirely conducive to be typing on a small keypad when your eyes are as small as rings. So, I'll head to bed now. Or rather, I'll close my eyes and try to sleep. Thanks for dropping by! I promise I'll try to be happier and give you a more, interesting post the next time I come on. But for now, I shall close my eyes and dream about my prince. Clothe in a dark cape with eyes you could drown in. And who loves me, for me.


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