masquerader

Christine Teo
1810.1994
Living in Singapore &
Here's my formal invitation;
You and me go masquerading
Lose ourselves in this charade and
Is this love we're imitating?

rsvp


may i?


(for the time being)
- wait for it ;) -

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Sunday, August 9, 2009
slightly salted tears

i'm feeling so much better now after that good long cry.
i wasn't even crying for me, hell, i was crying for the broken hearted.
for those who were here and then left,
for those who left and came back,
for those who never said goodbye.

i haven't felt such a clear head for so long:
life's been a real bad tease these days - i always had to be the person everyone expects me to be, and i'm afraid to fall of their expectations, though i'm tempted to just blow my cover.
there's been too much deception, too many lies;
so much indecisiveness, so many wrong choices.
but now, it seems clear that it doesn't matter what everyone else says or does.
i am me. no one can change that, not the people who backstabbed, not the people who left, not even the dear voice in my head that keeps shouting the worse thoughts out.
it seems as though i killed that voice.
and i have no idea whether that's a good thing.

i kinda miss those serious heart-to-heart talks i have with xl:
the ones where i'm crying here, and i know he's there to make me smile.
the ones where i could embarass myself real bad and know he won't bring it up ever again.
the ones where i never had to pretend to be okay.

but we all have to grow up and move on, don't we?
we all have to pick up the pieces and try to fix them back together.
we all have to leave a part of us to grow a new one.
it hurts, but it's for the better, i guess.

so here's saying goodbye to the fuckers that left because they were afraid of the consequences of their mindless actions.
here's saying goodbye to those that never said goodbye.
here's picking myself up from the ground, and not looking anywhere but away from you.

i'm not sorry even if you are.
you deserve everything, it might not be coming, but i believe someday, everything would come to light.
just you wait, my dear,
because revenge was never meant to be taken directly: it comes in separate doses.

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