these are not. letters to people. stuff to be passed on as gossip or gospel. this is just my story. how i see things. history as it unfolds. life as it revolves. around me. around you. around us.
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September 2, 2006The pain of loving sometimes become too unbearable for words.
It continually stabs me in the heart and defiles my soul. But still the pain is beyond words can ever explain.
You were beside me, riding the bus, on our way home. I stare out the window, drowning your words of apology to nothingness. I am no longer interested in what you have to say. The wind slapping my cheeks doesn’t give me any comfort, nor does your hand on mine. Tears run down my face but I don’t need your handkerchief, nor a kiss nor a hug.
All I want to do is stare out the road, look at the sky and ask “How much long will I have to live with this pain, dear God?”
17 irksome years and counting. frustrated guitarist. former vocalist. procrastinator. sarcasm jar. master crammer. sadistic. angst-ridden. bookworm. music lover. mischievous. naughty. professional liar. digital arts and design student. mapuan never a malayan. loves spongebob. ely buendia. brandon boyd. ice cream. isaw. cappucino. coffee experience. marlboro lights. bananas. and the word banana itself. hates backstabbers. perverts. loves listening to opm. walang kamatayang eraserheads. spongecola. urbandub. sugarfree. sandwich. kamikazee. parokya ni edgar. i. am. taken.
peace!
