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Friday, February 17, 2006
someone died.. and i feel major devastated. i am crying when i know i shouldnt. why do people die when they know its going to be painful to those they love and its much much more hurtful to those who love them. why does it seem so easy for them to leave just like that? why are people headed to death the minute they are borne. why be given the chance to taste life when its not even going to be happy? silly. ironic. coz i was on my way home when i received the message. i was driving. bitter and quite depressed. i saw a truck driven recklessly.. i considered rushing toward the thing. i was looking for death, so when i found a full-size vehicle beating the red light, i thought of it as a chance. then my phone rang. and i had to give up that chance. someone died. i looked up and truck was gone. why someone else? it could have been me instead. it should have been me. then i went to yen. i found out she's been in a car accident herself and almost died. so i asked myself again, why her? why not me? someone should teach death proper manners. why does it show up to people who are not even looking for it? why does it shy away from people who have been waiting for it for so long? ive managed to pull up some bucks for him and me (there's no "us."). ive had plans for this evening. i was positive its going to be fun. a relief from the monotomy of his work and heartaches. and i needed some fun too. so its supposed be what he and i exactly needed -- FUN. looks like that word was never invented for me, or at least not at the moment. ha! well, at least ill still be pushing through with my plans.. except that it'll be with someone else instead. now, that isnt fun. but friends promised me its going to be. sigh. [click here] and of course, i should be going to the wake.. not that i have to but i want to. why wont you all just shoot me in the head???? go on, ive already sent my last two messages the other night. one says thank you. ive been here before. and id like to believe ill get over this phase, maybe not now.. but soon. it'll come.. ah yes, i still havent escaped from quarterlife crisis. pity. but dont you worry. this is how manic-depressives live. one moment, we're euphoric and then we become sad. before you knw it, we're back to elated mode again. haha. im not crazy, you fool! kulang lang sa dasal! :P Bone painted the world at 10:00 AM | |
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because if you choose silence, people take advantage of you.
because if you dont speak, they will tell lies. because if you dont care and simply live life, they make up stories. because if you are loved, others will bring you down.
sometimes, you need a place you can call your own. where all you see and hear is the truth. a place where you see colors instead of just black&white. a happy place. home.
