Winding spirals...

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Paramore
Never Let This Go

PS, I don't know how famous bands get away with 4 minute songs that only have 9 unique lines while the chorus repeats for about 6 rounds.

reads_too_much: do you still think im like him?
reads_too_much: anyways, you dont have to answer that.

philo_major: well
philo_major: at times yes
philo_major: it makes me think na baka confused lang din noon siya
philo_major: and he isn't the confrontational type din
philo_major: ewan
philo_major: pero I'd still want to believe you're not
philo_major: sorry kung ang tagal
philo_major: I'm trying out clothes for tom
philo_major: O_o

reads_too_much: he left you hanging forever.
reads_too_much: didnt love you.
reads_too_much: didnt stay with you.
reads_too_much: didnt commit.
reads_too_much: glad to know you think im in a different league.
reads_too_much: whats up with tom,
reads_too_much: interview?

philo_major: I think he did love me at one point, just that he got insecure along the way I guess
philo_major: but yeah, he didn't commit
philo_major: he stayed for a while tho
philo_major: and yeah, 2nd interview sa st. lukes

reads_too_much: excellent job on landing the second interview..
reads_too_much: aafk afk nako now, bumaba narin sila eh
reads_too_much: and still, nice to know theres a probability that you think im in a different league than him.
reads_too_much: i have to go. don;t stay up too late.

philo_major: yeah
reads_too_much: goodbye and goodluck.
philo_major: sorry for keeping you
philo_major: thanks
philo_major: good luck to you too

philo_major: goodbye reads_too_much
reads_too_much: goodbye philo_major.

Weird talaga. Things were picking up again. Pero something went wrong i don't know what, then its just cold now.

Occasional conversations, pero I don't sense it. I sense it then i live it, but then i don't get into it. I get into it and we're there, but i can't feel it.

But i want to! And it's a very blast from the past-ish and i like it! But i really really can't feel it.

It's not the right time. But I'm already making it the right time! I know what I want and I'm scheming it. *mwhaha* But i still can't feel it.

And now it's just weird. Ugh. More sunburn please.

That we were supposed to leave it as a a perfect memory of a perfect past you know?

Spoil[ed] sport.

Ang hassle ng hindi emotionally dependent on anyone.

I can be emotionally attached, physically dependent, intellectually stimulated, but these all mean nothing if you're not emotionally dependent. Without emotional dependency you just float from your past relationship to your current relationship to the next, do your role, then when things go bleak, it's okay. You could've lived without that person anyways. There's residue, but it's ok.

I mean, i need that person to be able to think straight, that other person to be able to sleep better at night, that person who lives over there to give emotional comfort, that person i met here for physical companionship, pero it doesn't ring a bell when people come and go. I'm just not emotionally dependent enough to say, "stay".

i will live in the now, and enjoy as i do now (hell yeah i do)... Then die a lonely man. hassle. hahahahaha.

I am gonna bring you home and not be your friend. Irony. Ahhhh.

--edited:

Hmm, or not. Change that. Hahaha.

--edited:

BUT I DID. Then I realized why I shouldn't have dropped my guard. Ohhhhh.

WHY THE HELL COULDN'T YOU JUST SAY YOU DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THAT PERSON??

BECAUSE YOU CARE??

Eh gago ka pala eh, care care ka pang nalalaman.

Bullshit. Yourself first man. Sometimes, it's gotta be yourself first.

I don't remember webcam chats to end up THAT fugly. HAY.

I'm tired.
I'm tired from the racket this anchor's making.
There you go fleeting, here i am staying,
Staying where i was, staying where you were.

chorus:
But/Because pages go past, who said we'd prove this would last.
It's what you learn
Who you've become
What you made her see
What you've let yourself be
when you figure out in the end,
the ride's just halfway through,
that its what happened that made you both someone new.

You were looking for the place where we first met.
But its gone now, part of memories; you're confused, you want to forget.
But part of me will always be,
in that person who you are,
and i'm sure you'll see.

Coda:
So go on, we'll shut the door.
Together, holding onto the hinges, but we can't see that anymore.
There's no turning back, we never saw this coming.
Because it’s who we’ve become and what we had to break,
To be the persons we bring to each new step we take.