Sunday, October 30, 2005
Sometimes I feel that being too happy is a sin. I've been hearing (or reading) lots of sad stories lately and I try to empathize with them, but it just seems so hard because I haven't been really down in the dumps sad in the past months. I want to help. I want to cry with people. I want to ride the world of sadness because I don't think anyone deserves that. I want to make people feel as if they can tell me anything and I'll do my best to make sure everything's alright. I want to be there for you. Maybe there's just something about me that you don't like to confide in.
Sabagay, who am I to you naman diba.
I just want to say I miss it a lot. Maybe it's been a really long time since we've bonded, but I just want you to know (like I've told you a billion times) that I'm here and nothing's going to change that. I still remember the time you texted asking if we could talk because no one could understand/help but me. That was ages ago, but still it's stored in my present archive of memories. I cherish those moments. I live for those moments. I hold on to those moments because they make me feel alive. I want those moments back, but they're probably buried somewhere in your memory and never will be dug up.
I don't want to feel this way. I know it's normal for people not to confide in everyone, but still I linger in my thoughts as I hear the faint whispering when I'm around. I should be happy. I am happy. I just feel uneasy. I just feel left out.
But, I understand. I'll always be patient, don't you worry. When the time comes (if it ever does) and you need me, I'll come running. What are friends for.
What are friends for? What are friends for. What are friends for!
Emotional, yes. Confidential? VERY.
Off to Tagaytay.
loved // Deens // 8:39:00 AM
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