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Jem's Rubbish

Sometimes you know that people are out of your league and do not benefit you, yet...

You know that it's over.

You know that that part of your life is just... simply a little piece of your jigsaw.

This is normal. To seek people that somehow arouses your interest yet you know it wont do you much good. Your sense of reason and logic comes in, tells you to get a life, but how do you stop thinking, or how do you stop feeling?

You wonder how that person is, you yearn to call and ask tt person how she is, you want to tell her you still care. You want her to know she's being thought of, you still remember. But you know you will never call her anymore. But hope she knows that even in silence you are still around.

You try to forget, try to distract, tell yourself that you should not be feeling all this at all. And you truly mean it. I mean.. hello!! It is so obvious even to you that this whole thing is just plain..... dumb. yeah.. tt's the word. Dumb.

It's not as though the person is that important anyway isnt it?. And you truly mean it too. But then there's this nagging doubt asking you how you define importance? When you are so damn bloody concern about her welfare. And then you feel even dumb-er. which kinda makes you feel a little worse.

You tell yourself you arent taking any tangible action, you're just letting things be, yet, there is action in the form of remembering and relieving.

And then you smile, a bittersweet smile, a sad smile, but still a smile.,and knowing that that person still makes you smile, makes you smile even more.

And then you want to laugh at how ridiculous it all seems, even to you, especially to you.

And then this whole bizarre cycle begins all over again.

I know it's 2.30 in the morning, and I am rambling?

Yet I do it anyway.

Did I mention I am crazy?

Maybe I am..... crazy over.. whatever I am rambling about.

Oh whatever.

The above is simply scattered thoughts of Jem. Whoever that reads this, do not read too much about it. I'm just thinking about something, and the person in reference may not be connected to anyone that is directly related to me, but in general.

Just completed the book The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks and here's my critical review of it. ;p
My initial impression of it was the usual style of Nicholas Sparks, where he is more inclined towards the genre of sweet romance, but this book, surprisingly came with an element of thriller. I would have to say that his attempt was fairly sucessful, though of course not on the scale of Stephen King perhaps but nonetheless, (maybe I am just a coward) it did make me glance around uneasily and seek normalcy from time to time. The Guardian however, true to typical Nicholas Sparks succeeds in moist eyes and the tug at heartstrings. Not bad, really not bad. Those interested to borrow, you have my number.