my love: a poem

My Love

on a cool summer night,
you set my heart alight.
i fell so hard,
but never knew i would be scarred.

you were perfect,
and i was wrecked.
you were a star,
and i was bizarre.

the day when i finally,
ever so timely,
decide to confess,
it was a mess.

then i realized,
and i was paralysed.
because you never loved me,
and it was never meant to be.

fate was evil,
my love primeval.
and then that day i swore,
my love for you was done for.

but you hurt me so deep,
and you were so cheap,
to play with my feelings,
and i was bleeding.

then something snapped inside me.
the rubber band that kept me sane,
count to three,
i'm coming for you baby.

and above it all,
i am still your babydoll.
and i might be obsessed,
if you guessed.

and i might have gone crazy,
but baby,

it's all for you.



i love you




g.l

i'm sorry

sometimes i think i am the most horrible friend on earth.

and then i realise it is true indeed.

this is an apology to all the friends who i have lied to, to all the friends that i have betrayed, and to all the times i did not shut my bloody mouth and jabbed a sword through the screen that is our friendship, making a hole that is forever not mendable.

i thought you could trust me.

i thought that i could keep a small secret.

i thought i was a true friend.

turns out my mouth had so many holes i caused you to feel pain.

i'm sorry.

i'm so sorry.

nothing i say now will ever mend the trust that had been torn apart, but i will do anything and everything to try and mend it.

everything. anything.

i love you.

i'm sorry.

please forgive me please.

x

g

My life is a major effing joke.

Hey.

I guess these days I'm very lonely and sad. I hate my life, I think it's all just a joke. I hate everything. I hate how my friends smile, because I can never smile that bright. I hate how I fail in everything in life. I hate how no one is there to help me and understand and those people who say they do are just a bunch of posers. I hate how I am a coward and never ever stand up for myself and my dreams.I hate the expressions on my parents' faces when I come home with a big F on my paper because I know I disappointed them. I hate how I still have the beacon of hope that maybe one day I'll succeed because I know i never will.

A lot of my friends ask me why I sometimes avoid them. Well here's my truthful answer. Because I can't stand the positiveness you have and how your results are so good and I'm just rotting there in a shithole. You know, somedays I think of ending my life.  No one in this world knows the true me. No one knows because since I was born, I plastered a fake smile on, and the pain just bottles up because I am an effing coward.

I'm just a teenage girl suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts. But all I want to say is...

Just leave me alone.

Just leave me to rot and die.

Do not care for someone that already dead and gone.


Love always (Oh the irony),

Gisele

This is for my friend gladys erm.... thing. so...yeah.

Love.

Love.

Something I wish for. Something everybody wishes for.

What is Love?

That's the question I've been asking myself. Is love something that you and your parents share? Is it something your boyfriend and you will have?

In the dictionary, Love is defined as:

1.   a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.2.   a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

So... I think I have felt love before. 

Never to a boy though, because many people think that's absurd. I feel love towards my parents, sibling and friends, but I really want to experience... loving someone who isn't my dad, my mum or my friends (though I'm sure they don't love me back). I want to feel the passion, feel the affection. 

I want to have someone kiss my goodnight, someone I can hold hands with, someone I can look deeply into their eyes and say,"I love you."

They say I'm too young. They say I'm not mature enough. So what? Who doesn't want to feel loved? Whenever I see my parents, I think of how it would be like with my own prince charming. How it would feel like with my own boy.

As Lao Tzu goes,Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

I want to feel that strength. I want to feel that courage.

I want to be loved. 

Just a nice wallpaper blogpost!

Hey guys! I'ts been long, but I'm back with something... a wallpaper!!!
Here it is!

I hope you guys like it cause it's my favourite one so far! So random I know, but i just wanna blog! haha

XOXO
G