Poor me
Dang it!
Sleepless night
last night. There are just so many things running around my mind and I was
trying to process them all at once. Needless to say, I miserably failed.
One, I recently
talked to a very good friend and we discussed about my Loser life. I hate to
say this but I really don’t want to hear the big loser comments. It makes me
uncomfortable as hell. I think that we all deserve a chance to experience
something within ourselves and that it should not be pre empted with words of
advice. Although I do love her with all my heart, but really, sometimes the
topic makes me really off and pathetic. Note to self: NEVER talk about it as
much as possible.
Two, I
thought about you. Yes, the two of you. I began to think of the what-ifs and
what-nots. How can I possibly entertain your thoughts when clearly I am out of
the picture? I hate it. Super.
Okay,
guilty as charged, I intentionally visited your page and I felt the most
idiotic state of missing you. Why can’t I just shut you off and move on with my
fabulous life? Hay. It’s a pattern of nonsense.
Three, I
thought about my missed chances. Especially the one chance that would answer my
questions. The one chance that I would open my door up and see how the ball
rolls down from there. The one special chance to feel like I have a new life. Finally.
Four, I
thought about my path. I know that I am in a curvy path, I can choose to use
this as an opportunity to get to my dreams sooner than expected but I can also
take a minute to look around me and just enjoy the fresh breeze fanning my
face. Where would this life take me? Where would I be months or years from now?
Clueless.
Five… And
we’re back to number two. I am torn between wanting you and forgetting you and
the latter seems to be the ideal. Believe me, I’ve done so many measures on how
to move on without looking back. I’ve done mental notes of sorts to make you
the worst monster you could possibly be. But why does it always have to be
coming back to me much stronger? Shoving you off my life has been a mission I
again and again fail. I would prepare myself for the grand announcement. (although
I am not sure how to take it.)
At the end
of it all, I am vulnerable. I am consumed by my fears and disappointments. I am
never drenched with all the pain and sacrifices that I’ve been through. It
still hurts. And although, I’ve been keeping it neat and low, It still occurs
to me… I need something that goes beyond the realm of materialism. I need
something that makes me live this life up without thoughts of regrets. I need
something that makes me wake up to a day with hope and happiness that I am mutually
love and respected.
In short, I
need LOVE!
(epekto sa
kababasa ng novels)
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