the waiting game
February 27, 2010What brought me here?
I still don’t know.
For a time, i told myself that I should refrain from writing anything that concerns my emotions. Talk about being private.
But then, I can’t understand myself.
I feel like being with a friend to feel better, but I also feel like being alone. I’m trying to focus on my work but I can’t. And everytime I try to read anything law-related, I would be dyslexic. Sometimes, I would imagine happy thoughts but I would snap myself back to reality because I’m scared to imagine the contrary.
I feel like crying for no reason at all.
I feel so lost.
I feel abandoned.
I feel uncertain.
I feel like an idiot.
I feel like punching anyone who would give me any reason to.
I feel like kissing any guy who would make a first impression.
But then again, it’s a crazy idea.
I feel like hiding.
I feel like singing any song that I can relate to.
I feel like watching movies 24×7.
I feel like slapping any bitch who deserves it.
But most of the time, I feel like falling down on my knees and surrendering
everthing to our GOOD LORD.



