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'Cause when it rains:

 

Black Top: Vintage find/ Brown lace camisole (not very seen): Handmade/ White poofy, lace-y skirt: Vintage find/ Black ankle boots: Given by my Tita. But the box says Fioni./ Rings: Bargained.

I'm on the third week of my sem-break and I'm bore out of my wits. Hence, the picture. I posed on the bed because the lighting sucks at any other part of the house. And the rain made it even gloomier than it already was, seriously, it's depressing.

On a different note, I pretty much told myself I need to continue this blog. With readers or not. Whutever. LOL.

This is more of an obligatory picture too that I've pushed at the back of my mind, so it's delayed for about a week.

Better Than Revenge

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer. I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him. She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause. She took him faster than you can say sabotage. I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it, I underestimated just who I was dealing with. She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum, she underestimated just who she was stealing from.

She's not a saint and she's not what you think, she's an actress, better known for the things that she does on the mattress. Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends She should keep in mind, there is nothing I do better than revenge.

She lives her life like it's a party and she's on the list. She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling and she thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things. But sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go. Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school, so it's up to me. But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity.

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing? 'Cause I don't think you do.

The Story of Us

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, how we met and how the sparks flew instantly. People would say they're the lucky ones .

I used to know my place was the spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat 'cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.

Oh, a simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout. So many things that I wish you knew, so many walls up that I can't break through.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room, and we're not speaking and I'm dyin' to know: Is it killing you
like it's killing me?

I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy and you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here. But you held your pride like you should have held me, oh I'm scared to see the ending.

Why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how. I've never heard silence quite this loud. This is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less.But I liked it better when you were on my side.

The battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight. So many things that you wish I knew, but the story of us might be ending soon.

Maybe It's Me And My Blind Optimism To Blame

Dear John,

I see it all now that you're gone, don't you think I was too young to be messed with? The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home. I see it all, now it was wrong, don't you think 19 is too young to be played by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so? I should've known.
You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests, all the girls that you run dry with tired, lifeless eyes cause you burned them out. But I took your matches before fire could catch me, so don't look now: I'm shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town.

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