-Ernest Hemingway
All those little Creepheads
September 30, 2009
And there you are, having said all those words saved in a template…
Trying to push yourself to make you feel good - out of miseries of other people…
Yes, you feel so high at the moment…
But only in the height of despair of everyone else…
bragging your feet off the muddy scenes to put out the best in you…
but later’ll be dragging off the effin carpet of your dwelling…
and now the real good deed we ask is … will you just shut the f*ck up!?
Loop of Pain
September 24, 2009
It’s a storybook, isn’t it?
No, it’s a teaching device.
You were warned…
That it would hurt you terribly,
but you chose not to listen…
It’s just the same loop of pain,
and we are all running in the same circle…
One hurting another,
then, hurting another…
… to get even.
It’s always the same.
The players change.
But the game remains the same…
10:10
September 22, 2009
Amidst the strongest storm that passed and the neck-deep flood of pain, you were there and you stretched your arms , gripped my hands…and saved me.
Yes, you saved me…and I thank you.
Now, I’m ready to see the beauty of life once more…without the cruel stain of the past.
Learn to Live :)
September 10, 2009Now I realize that my page is starting to get heavy and I promise to just continue on blogging about lighter things. Thanks to Aron and Chris ( and also to you Alen, tsong 
) who reminded me that people are still reading my posts. Now I feel guilty that I’m radiating negative feelings to my readers, please accept my apologies if so .
Enough of the crappy words about love and emotional euthanasia.
I’ve learned my lesson well. And it’s time to close that stupid chapter of my journal.
..and now back to blogging
Innocence Again
September 2, 2009
and then she wept…
She wanted you to burst through that door and comfort her, try to say something…anything.
She could feel that she still loves you, even with the tiniest shattered piece of her heart.
She’s weeping inside…suppressed…agonized…deep, unfathomable pain.
She’s smiling, yet her eyes are gulf of vast pang that one cannot measure.
She doesn’t know how to swim in the deep, overflowing pool of sorrows…and she’s drowning. And no one’s ever gonna save her…
All she wants to do now is to be kept safe in her hidden world of hurt and lies…
