I’m still here.I’m not a toy.I’ll stay happy.
Didn’t post much due to a very busy and sleepless weeks. I’m not feeling on top of the world either. Maybe happiness didn’t come in numbers but the quality of it. Been actively chatting on YM the past 30 days or so. Old friends are the one you’d want to keep, no matter how different they became now. They’d know what to do with you in a snap of a finger. New friends? sure.but be careful, maybe all they want is a splash of fun before moving on to a bigger picture. All in all, I’m still here. I don’t really know how much longer i can stand the waves before budging my strong judgements and views. But do note that, I wouldn’t go without a fight. One way or the other. One way or the other.
Human are no toys. You could play them for a while, and have them withstand it with the notion that you are just trying his sincerity.But then, there will come a day when they wouldn’t budge an inch.Not an inch. Now, you realize that you shouldn’t do what you did. But the milk has spilt? What can you do. The way I see it, it already been done.Not much could you do, to undo it. So, the next best thing is to wipe the spilt milk dry. Try to make things easier. Or makes thing better. add in some more milk in the jar.
By the way, I’m older.And maybe, just maybe, I’m getting better. Problems are meant to be solved. Not hidden under the nooks of your mom’s cupboard. I’m facing it. Maybe not immediately. But facing it,nonetheless. Treat me as an adult, and I’ll treat you like one too. And I’ll stay happy. Or try to stay so. It will be hard but hard is just a four-letter words.right?