Today, someone sent a note to me:
' I miss having impulses '
' What impulses? Nerve impulses? Naphtalene impulses? :/ '
' No, I mean doaing things on an impulse without thinking of the consequences '
' What the hell is wrong with you? '
' Like you know when you can just do things so recklessly and not have a care in the world. and just do not think. '
' Gah, I want that too. If only it was that simple '
I wish she'd sent it during biology period, at least we could ask Ms. Ding how impulses work.
Anyway, if only i'd known him. If only I've ever been to Scotland and know someone named you-know-who, I'd say those words that you've been wanting to get off your chest since ages right in his face. I'd tell him how much things have fucked her up here and how she constantly told me she's over you but eyes don't lie. They can never lie. I'd tell him how much she is in need of your presence, if only.
I'll sing Lady Gaga's songs to you even more often, or Hollywood Undead or Black Dahlia or Snow Patrol or whatever you want in school, I don't care.
As long as there's a smile drawn on your face.
' I miss having impulses '
' What impulses? Nerve impulses? Naphtalene impulses? :/ '
' No, I mean doaing things on an impulse without thinking of the consequences '
' What the hell is wrong with you? '
' Like you know when you can just do things so recklessly and not have a care in the world. and just do not think. '
' Gah, I want that too. If only it was that simple '
I wish she'd sent it during biology period, at least we could ask Ms. Ding how impulses work.
Anyway, if only i'd known him. If only I've ever been to Scotland and know someone named you-know-who, I'd say those words that you've been wanting to get off your chest since ages right in his face. I'd tell him how much things have fucked her up here and how she constantly told me she's over you but eyes don't lie. They can never lie. I'd tell him how much she is in need of your presence, if only.
I'll sing Lady Gaga's songs to you even more often, or Hollywood Undead or Black Dahlia or Snow Patrol or whatever you want in school, I don't care.
As long as there's a smile drawn on your face.
I'm talking about the smile I see whenever 'sunshine says hi' or when Cashew Nut and Supernerd doubted your virginity or when the hot maths teacher started to dance his ass off when he rubbed off the white board or when 'Hey Perry' came to us when we were at the telephone booth or when we turned ourselves into maniacs at merrybrown or when we waited at the bust stop with your high specs or that Thursday when everybody has gone to the art room and we stayed up in class left together only with the naphtalene-maniac boy telling us about Naphtalene being in a white kancil car and inside a full-packed bag of an Amazing Race Asia contestant. God. We laughed our ass off, it was loud. I even had tears coming out of my eyes, and I bet you did too. If only you were some kind of tape decorder, I would have pressed the rewind button again and again, bring back all those fun things we've laughed at together
yes, I'm talking about this ':))'
yes, I'm talking about this ':))'
If you miss someone, go ahead and tell that person.
Keeping it to yourself will just gonna hurt your even more. Even more hurtful than waiting for a god damn naphtalene to reach its boiling point.
I'm sure deep down, he misses you too. Scotland isn't so far away, you'll be back in 4 years times. 4 years is as fast as how you blink your eyes 4 times. and no baby, I'm not being sarcastic whatsoever.
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