fact

Fact. There are some things that you simply can do nothing about. Genes and the blood streaming through my vein are one of those I am meaning to mention. 

 

I am saying this just for this fleeting (and I hate this word. I don’t know if you < I don’t know if you read this though> still remember this. Anyway.) moment. I know I might be feeling better tomorrow, but the feeling today is probably something I could not pass anymore.

 

For you who simply hates me. I am not made of money. I am who I am because of you. I am who I am because I struggle to be far different from you, for one. And I see nothing bad from not being you so I am hoping that in later life you’ll see that being not like me is not as well you committing a mistake. 

 

I know you don’t like me. I am no insensitive on that art. But I would prefer saying nothing anymore.   I think it's good for the system. Maybe you should try it once.

 

Do not push me more. I grew up fighting for my own self without your help. So, do not push one more button. I tell you, I’ll let you see the person who you think I was long before I chose to show it to you. 

Comments

  1. mau de castroJuly 25, 2008 at 9:45 PM

    hangtaraaaaaaaaaay! kampaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! ;))

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  2. chari pangJuly 26, 2008 at 12:47 PM

    nalulungkot ako... :(
    hindi ka naman bad...
    i'd be proud of you...
    so there.. gatungera ako.. mwah

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  3. Michelle RIveraJuly 27, 2008 at 2:23 PM

    handaming mali! for that, inedit ko na. hehe

    nagtatago pa ung iba. sirit na.

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  4. azi esAugust 2, 2008 at 2:39 PM

    hala, sinong kaaway mo dito? chat tayo ulit...

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