washave i been running or is it just nostalgia?i think there's a reason it's 'running - no doubt'. yeah. no doubt bout it.
nos·tal·gia - noun
1. a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.
2. something that elicits or displays nostalgia.
nos·tal·gi·a - noun
1. A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.
2. The condition of being homesick; homesickness.
verarara. says (12:44 AM):
wah the song making me cry, damn emo sia!
he,who looks so damn good after a shower says (12:45 AM):
yea quite its nice
verarara. says (12:45 AM):
i used to love it a lot
he,who looks so damn good after a shower says (12:46 AM):
u were running away from wat?
verarara. says (12:47 AM):
no. it's just the type of song that makes u sit down and cry a little thinking about every little thing. and it's not exactly an awfully sad feeling. i dunno if you get what i mean.
he,who looks so damn good after a shower says (12:48 AM):
nostalgic
he,who looks so damn good after a shower says (12:48 AM):
werent u using tht word lol
verarara. says (12:48 AM):
haha ya, but i thought i seem to be summing things too plainly with nostalgia.
verarara. says (12:49 AM):
i think some feelings are meant to be undescribeable?
when i listened to the song just now, a lot of things went through my mind so randomly and fast that i cant even pinpoint any now. and i cant even say for sure that those were happy or sad thoughts. it made me feel a little lump at the end of my throat, and it was such a fleeting moment i wonder if i even imagined it.
and when i think bout those possible thoughts that might have crossed my mind then, i realise it's not so bad to cry a little sometimes. yet, the sudden verge of tears was too short-lived than i would wish to.
but sometimes too, like just now, i'd walk a good 5mins with that same lump in my throat over the stupidest and insensible issue. it was a matter of words or time for the tears to fall.
and i remember this from nessa's blog:
Today, I tried not to cry when I couldand tried to cry when I couldn't,until now.sometimes i wish i'll stop evaluating stupid things like this, that i can adhere the foolproof way by simply 'not thinking too much'. probing too much about every little feeling and then realising i've invested too much in it to pull a halt; and then right at the end i dont even know where and how the start came about.
life is a misery for average people like me. why cant i be the
wise philosopher that points a finger to anything and just give that knowing smile, and still look smart?
see, i'm so insecure i cant even be sure if i spelt philosopher correctly.
i'm so insecure about where i stand. in this world, in my friends' world, in my family's world.
your boyfriend's friends will always remain as your boyfriend's friends. the affiliation is clearer than any, say, VS boy going into VJ. and the one thing that is most obvious to this point is how they'd call your boyfriend who's 3 train rides away to ask what happened to you when you suddenly decided to head home.