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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.
Friday, April 13, 2007
black black friday.
nope, im not back from hibernation yet.
i just gotta blog and show my appreciation to my 2 very dear friends, JAMIE and PEIXI. thank you girls for being with me yesterday. though we haven been seeing each other for quite some time, but ytd's meeting was definitely a very useful therapy for me. i just feel so me when im with you girls, the things that we do, the topics that we talk about. i feel that i've gotten back the life i've always wanted to have. thank you darlings. thanks for making me feel me.
but after they left, and deep down inside me, i knew that something's missing, i knew that a part of me is gone, and i might never find it back.
i just know.
us being together, is like putting two different puzzles together and hoping that they will fit.
but i am still so lost.
*i wont be alone. || 10:07 AM
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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