If…But…
If I can…I would tell the man I love that I love him. But…he’s taken, in a relationship and I’m not the type who would ruin somebody’s life for the sake of my own happiness.
If I can…I would find myself a boyfriend who’d be worth fighting for and loving. But…that kind of man does not exist at all and I’ve already signed up to the exclusive "Fight Bachelorettes For Life" Club.
If I can…I would sing, dance and go crazy under the rain. But…I’d get an astma attack.
If I can…I would go bungeejumping. But…I’m afraid of heights.
If I can…I would. But…the things is, I can’t and won’t
Uncategorized | Comment (0)Ouch! Moving On Hurts!
Aray…I said I’m moving on and that I’ve forgotten him; that I’m not affected anymore.
Aray…I said I don’t feel for him anymore and that he does not matter to me at all.
Aray…I said he’s just a memory, but why am I hurting like I am hurting for the very first time in my whole damn life.
Aray…I thought that love is understanding at its finest and that jealousy is poison; why am burning with pure, deep seethed rage, when I saw a woman’s photo in his picture collection?
Aray…I thought it’s all over, but here I am hurting again…
Aray…you MF jerk! What the hell are you doing to me?
Uncategorized | Comment (0)Anger
Anger is one of the most destructive things in the world and for the past three days, I have been simmering in cold blooded anger. The farthest I got as to overcoming it, was to write continuously, non-stop, as if for punishment, the words: "Naiinis ako…Naiinis ako…"
I found out later that doing that will never help…ever. It only makes things a lot more worse and, believe me, stranger. I found out, too, that being angry, in that cold blooded way, makes me look like a madwoman straight from hell. It, also, worsens the fine lines around the face, making the victim look like a madwoman from hell who badly needs a Vicky Belo makeover.
So…guess what?! I’m not so darned angry anymore. I don’t want to look like a madwoman from hell for the rest of my life and I don’t want to have to visit Vicky Belo at the age of twenty-five.
Well, that’s all for now…
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