Me… Me… Me…
Weeks after wandering in a rural plain, I just want to press rewind. Play–rewind–play–rewind. Ahhh… The wonders of being free from work bondage even for a few days restore my life’s this and that. I just miss my gurlies, that’s all. Correction. Beautiful gurlies.
One can always count on friends. I do. Specially on heartaches.
I am still hurting. My heart is still bleeding. People around wonder why I got big breakouts now on my face. Maybe I’m too stressed or maybe I’m just making things complicated–again. I dont know. But I am not afraid of these feelings. I am so glad that I am not numb of the piercing dagger because I know that these feelings are real. The more I think about it though, the more it causes me to drown on melancholic thoughts. I try well to struggle my way out of it but I think I am planted on quick sand–sinking–sinking. The sad part of it though is that the only person who held the stick to pull me out is the same person who stabs the same spot of my heart over and over and over again.
