Monday, September 6, 2010
Mama
I miss her during times like these when everything seems out of line. I’m sometimes tired of having people say “do this” and “do that”. I’m tired of having to wish for something and think of what I’ll do with it if ever it came within my reach and then seeing myself lurk down with disappointment. I’m tired of the routine I’m in. I’m tired of stress, tears, and in betweens. I’m not unhappy, okay. In fact, I am happy. But there are times when I just feel tired, physically, mentally, and everything, that I just wanna head home to mum’s lap and rest there; with her continuously combing my hair with her fingers and telling me that everything’s gonna be just fine and that I’ll do great in every step of the way.
Yes, life always makes more
Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn’t let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can’t outrun it and life always makes more. — Grey’s Anatomy
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
To you who stole my ice cream
I may be silent but I haven’t, for a second, stopped thinking why you’re acting like a total w**** when we’ve agreed on making the past, past. Yes, it’s true that to be happy, you must kick your ass to find your own happiness; that if it’s just around the corner, you must go and grab it. But it ISN’T always the case. THAT ISN’T ALWAYS THE CASE. How if that happiness is in its perfect place already? Let’s just say happiness is a vanilla ice cream with marshmallows and fudge and it’s on the hand of a little girl wearing a silk dress. You’re standing in an area that you can easily grab what she’s holding at the moment. Will you still grab it blindly just for your sake? I say, you MUST NOT. Or else I’ll think of you waving a red flag.
I’m so over being kind to you. I’m sick of it. You’re making my capillaries burst.
I’m so over being kind to you. I’m sick of it. You’re making my capillaries burst.
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