Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
well, it's just that it's been so long and it had been everything but easy and wonderful. because all the laughing-to-my-face and all the questions of why, what, when - i faced them all alone. at some point of time, i really had no one who wanted this for me, and that together with the shit i was already getting, i didn't want it too sometimes. __'s not this, __'s not that, __'s this and that whatever - you don't have to tell me what i already know okay? i'm not asking much, but i was thinking if someone can just let me be for one day. because for one, i'm still facing this alone.
but at least you were there for me, and you still are. so did a bloody hell lot of everyone else who knew. and i'm thankful for everything. but who knows, if you try a little bit harder next time, i'll probably be over this and then you'd get what you wish for. no, i'm not angry or even the least offended (i'm seriously serious about this one), i'm just disappointed with myself too, especially today about 7 months ago.
this is the reason why i never told anyone my reason: because IDK; maybe next time you'd want to take me seriously when i said idk.on a much brighter and happier note: MJI had our much needed gathering before the MYE stress starts taking its toll. and for those of you who weren't there, there'll be a next time {i guess.} there were lots of food (like seriously), the playing games-that-i-sucked-real-bad-at and karaoke and oh the movie. one constant: cam-whoring. more pictures up real sooon, i think.
for now, make do with these.
p.s. The one chance I was looking forward to was staring straight back at me. And I let it get taken away without even a word of discontent out of my big foul mouth. So you tell me how I should take that. One more thing: no one can ever understand anything, unless they've been through it and somewhat unlucky-er in that sense.
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