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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
i typed a long entry before this.
but decided not to post it. cos its completely pointless.
"it takes ur heart to see who/what is true and who/what isnt."
this is to sum up everything.
im in a terribly bad mood. and i shall not explain why.
its redundant bcos no one cares.
those who care, need not me to post it in my blog to understand everything.
they will noe w/o me telling anything, cos they shld be looking their way to my heart.
i dun haf to mention names. but yes girl, u noe who u are.
thanks for listening to me. and "watching" me cry thru de cyber space.
im glad to have u seriously. no one actually cares other than u.
thanks for ur invisible shoulder.
part of my moodiness n unhappiness have already been washed away together wid my tears.
to pple who dun care, never mind.
u guys shant darken my days. i would not allow tat.
cos i've got my heart to show me who's real and who isnt.
and hypocrites, stop telling me tt u really care for me alot.
when u din even do a shit when im in de darkest pit.
i despise u people. f*ck off.
im alright now. everything's sunny.
*i wont be alone. || 11:26 PM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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