"I'm not perfect and I need you to make me perfect. The same way you need me. We have each other to be whole. Don't think I don't need you because I do."

Life is always so much sweeter with words.

No questions asked.

Letters...

You must be wondering why I'm writing to you or why I even bother. You've been giving me the cold shoulder since after my birthday party or maybe I'm just too paranoid. Another theory of mine is that you'd be thinking that I need something from you. I guess it's hard not to imagine. I've been spoiled long before I even met you. Give this one a try, just simply because you're a friend I'm not ready to give up on.

I'm here and I'm working. It seems routine at times but...I enjoy. It's only at times like this when I think about mundane thoughts - I suddenly get depressed . Yes, it still happens to me. I just don't tell much about it to anyone anymore. You were the only one I talk to then. You also don't know how happy I am for you. I felt that you found a place where you can possibly find yourself at home.

Question of the day: What do you want?

I hate the silence.

It didn’t used to be that way. But now I do. I can hear my thoughts louder when it’s silent. I don’t like those thoughts. I’d rather see a smile and hear a voice. I look and listen during those times when it’s quiet because I can’t stand the silence.

My words are meaningless when they are uttered out of spite. I’m ashamed of not knowing how to keep quiet. Now, I hate my words. Love them only when it’s written, when it’s filtered. Never again will I talk without meaning it.

Sorry is a word that has been said many times before. Does it still carry its purpose? Or is it just a word found in the dictionary? If my words don’t mean what they say, how can sorry be any less different?

Perceptions and opinions. I’m tired of them. How can anyone live this way? I’ve planned out a life I would have….but it seems pointless if I can’t say what I mean.

My heart is useless. It listens to no one. It just listens to you. If words don’t matter, maybe my heart will still be of use to you.

Question for the day: Will you take my heart?