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Megah 21.06.1989 twentyfour
1. had a huge Afro 2. passions lies in words of the theatre 3. getting his own apartment 4. believes in you.
He is no ordinary girl (because he ain't one).
Hate Notes In The Men's Cubicle
Friday, April 18, 2008
Its been a brand new week.
It has been a brand new week and honestly speaking, I haven't changed my feeling for one little bit after the weight on my shoulders have been brought up from me after awhile.
I can't explain it but I feel so angry towards things that I can't explain.
I can say I've been pissed of by my dad for making me realize how ineffective he is at times. I must say I must have been angry at my aunt for doing such a terrible job in keeping an eye or at least raise me and my sister the "best" she can.
Or perhaps I've just been angry at myself for failing myself at certain points in my life.
Two questions pop out of my head when I ask this:
1. Was it my fault?
2. Have I been a fool to hold on to something for myself that I knew I could never really get back, and that everything is never going to be the same ever again. And I've been a fool for being so good to them, that I myself got nothing out of it.
I've been confused, empty, angry. I've been over analyzing things to make sense of it.
Was it me? Was it them?
I've been holding on to the exact words my girlfriend has been telling me and that everything is going to be alright. That we are going to be okay and I believe every word that she says.
All I know that nothing is ever going to be the same ever again.
And I'm so afraid that I'm going to lose so much with this knowledge and yet, when I try to hold on, all I see is myself not gaining anything and that I'm coming out of this weak and have nothing in my hands at the end of the day.
The only things I've got are my friends and from the looks of it, I could only count on them for this moment in time.
Thank You, and I'll return you what I can give back. I'll be there whenever you need me and I'll get back to you when I can.
A tear rolled down my eye in the cubicle and I scribbled on the wall "I hate you dad. You tell me if all this was worth it after all." It's so typical of you to give up on me, like you gave up my mother. I only hope that you're satisfied and happy and you could live with that for the rest of your life.
