______________*[[_____ im not perfect. - but neither are you (: //*`_____
Friday, November 10, 2006
Days ago, I was kinda in a deep depressive mood. I was just sad the other day but I guess was fueled by some questions coming from a special person and at some point it did open some ill feelings from my heart. All things happened through the use of cellphones and by accident I sent it to my brother's cellphone. I didn't received an immediate reply from him so I thought he ignored it. But after some time, on his way home, he responded and the text triggered to respond and open up some tired feelings lingering in my heart... about tiredness and giving up...
I guess he was as tired as me, trying to understand my mood swings and my "tampos", that is why I can sense some hurt feelings coming from him on the way he expresses his thoughts to me. I don't know what got into my mind to push him into this situation wherein we are faced in making a choice.
Alas, sense came into me and was able to realize that this person whom I have learned to treat as my own blood, whom I have always idolized and loved, is the person I have chosen to be my brother in life, regardless of our differences and other things that sometimes driving us into arguments...
[x] im not perfect either
4:23 PM
thaiprince //* 0=)
AGO
I am a very sensitive person. I refuse to view things only from a sober, rational standpoint.I listen with my feelings. I kinda reject people who scorn romanticism and are guided only by rationality.I refuse to let anything confine the rich variety of my moods and emotions.
I have found my purpose in life and I am bound to accomplish that with God's help and with the people whom I love, beside me.
I would like to take a new outlook in life, I want to be strong and be able to overcome all the difficulties and trials in life. I want to appreciate all the good things in life and share it to everyone. I want to learn from the simple things and from the mistakes I have committed in the past.
I want to be A BETTER and HUMBLE MAN...
I live for others, but others do not live for me.
It is an impish cry creeping through the veins of my heart,
like a potion destined to pollute my blood.
I give what is mine and give even the things I don't have.
I am a slave of the slaves, I live with nothing but myself.
I see no happiness, I just feel pain so they may feel the happiness they longed to have...