Jealousy is a futile and useless energy.
Love is strong.
Stay steadfast.
K
When the day is over
I will not regret
Loving you with all my heart
There's nothing wrong in that
I wouldn't know how to love you only 30%
I only know 100% or nothing at all
Whether it turns out right or wrong
Love is love
Even if I suddenly leave the world as I know it
Without achieving the things in life which I want
Being neglected, unneeded, avoided
It doesn't change love
I just won't be happy like I imagined
But love is love.
I'll manage my heart.
It's mine to manage.
"I wish I were the last one you message at night before you close your eyes. And the first one you think of when you wake up.
"I wish you would give up on some things which I dislike.
Would you do it if I asked you to?
Am I important enough to ask for that?"
Things that keep me awake.
Where do I belong?
When I cry who's going to hear?
Where do I belong?
Who will love and protect me?
Where is my place?
Who will comfort my sore heart?
Where is my place?
Who will place me as top priority?
Who am I?
What have I done?
There are people who own latest smart phones but can't be bothered reading content from their phones. I wonder why?
I've helped to purchase the phones, spent time sourcing for the phone covers, spent money buying them and spent effort putting on the screen protectors. I wonder why did I bother?
These people ask questions but are uninterested in getting an answer. Or they don't read their phones to catch up with stuff happening during the day, and subsequently ask repeated questions. I wonder why do they bother?
They ask questions and then their eyes are glued to the TV. I wonder why I bothered to reply their questions?
Everyone is busy. So am I. I'm really sleep deficient now and stressed out too, but I'm still writing this entry without anyone to read this. I wonder what's wrong with me?
Physically. Emotionally.
All my muscles are over worked.
Is this the beginning of my end?
Perhaps.
The social face and the face inside are now on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Its getting hard to smile at the world.
Life drains you out sometimes. (Sometimes?)
Tmr's forecast - grim outlook. Failing heart muscle.
Way to go Poserpup. Great how your life turned out from slogging all these years.
Loser.