MEN...I don't get them--when they think they are so misunderstood. Never occurred in their think heads that sometimes they have to think and understand Women.
MEN...they're so mean--when they say who are you to me anyway? Why should I care if I hurt you? as if the world is there to serve their wants and desires only.
MEN...they make You fall--they could be sweet and sensitive selectively...they could be every woman's protector, knight-and-shining-armor, the hero of our hearts.
...and then they break You--but their winsome attitude would last only to serve their own deceitful purpose and plot.
MEN...they make You fall--they could be sweet and sensitive selectively...they could be every woman's protector, knight-and-shining-armor, the hero of our hearts.
...and then they break You--but their winsome attitude would last only to serve their own deceitful purpose and plot.
There's just no getting over them. There is no end to their bloated ego either.
DID YOU EVER NOTICE HOW ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS BEGIN WITH MEN???
I would not have taken so much page for them had not my roommate's boyfriend showed such audacity to break up with her in such a manner as through text...and I would not go so low as to repeat what he said.
THE NERVE...WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS ANYWAY!?!
Now I am left with my brokenhearted bestfriend...Crying her heart out. I don't know how to handle things like this...nor do I have the words to make her feel better. I'm caught off guard.
I knew too much the hurt she's feeling right now, the humiliation, the anger...I've been there countless of times.
Hugged her...its the only comfort I could offer.
Holding her that way while she poured out her misery, my own break-up experience crept up on me. I had nobody then to cry on to...I felt so all alone and broken and forlorn...Vowed not to be in such a corner again, if I can help it.
IT WAS SUCH A PETTY HIM AND ME AGAINST THE CRUEL WORLD RELATIONSHIP...and I grieved over that ending for quite sometime...
I've been numb for like 2 years now...and in the space of these years, I guarded myself against such emotions. Built my wall with easy laughter, jovial smiles, and jolly conversations. I never thought it would make me hollow...I know now that I felt dead emotionally.
Like a light bulb that suddenly lit up, I realized I envied my friend for feeling so much. For living the laughter, tears, joy, and madness of being in "Love." I've been dead all those months and FOR WHAT!?! FOR WHAT!?!
A big NOTHING...A WASTE OF MY TIME, MY LIFE, MY LOVE... I've been a fool long enough and even more pathetic for not giving myself a chance to get to know those who offered their hearts
and souls just so I could heal.
Just when you think things could not get any worse, they do. I'd have to agree to what a writer compared life to...an HOURGLASS...Sooner or later everything hits rock bottom. All you gotta do is be patient and wait for someone to turn everything around again.
Its never too late...a friend of mine told me...and he's right...
From now on I'm going to open my heart...I'm going to take the risk of getting hurt, and try to enjoy and feel the music of passion again...
Thanks Emz for freeing my heart by breaking yours.
How ironic this moment turned out to be huh!?!
HEY CUPID! BRING IT ON!!!
DID YOU EVER NOTICE HOW ALL OF OUR PROBLEMS BEGIN WITH MEN???
I would not have taken so much page for them had not my roommate's boyfriend showed such audacity to break up with her in such a manner as through text...and I would not go so low as to repeat what he said.
THE NERVE...WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS ANYWAY!?!
Now I am left with my brokenhearted bestfriend...Crying her heart out. I don't know how to handle things like this...nor do I have the words to make her feel better. I'm caught off guard.
I knew too much the hurt she's feeling right now, the humiliation, the anger...I've been there countless of times.
Hugged her...its the only comfort I could offer.
Holding her that way while she poured out her misery, my own break-up experience crept up on me. I had nobody then to cry on to...I felt so all alone and broken and forlorn...Vowed not to be in such a corner again, if I can help it.
IT WAS SUCH A PETTY HIM AND ME AGAINST THE CRUEL WORLD RELATIONSHIP...and I grieved over that ending for quite sometime...
I've been numb for like 2 years now...and in the space of these years, I guarded myself against such emotions. Built my wall with easy laughter, jovial smiles, and jolly conversations. I never thought it would make me hollow...I know now that I felt dead emotionally.
Like a light bulb that suddenly lit up, I realized I envied my friend for feeling so much. For living the laughter, tears, joy, and madness of being in "Love." I've been dead all those months and FOR WHAT!?! FOR WHAT!?!
A big NOTHING...A WASTE OF MY TIME, MY LIFE, MY LOVE... I've been a fool long enough and even more pathetic for not giving myself a chance to get to know those who offered their hearts
and souls just so I could heal.Just when you think things could not get any worse, they do. I'd have to agree to what a writer compared life to...an HOURGLASS...Sooner or later everything hits rock bottom. All you gotta do is be patient and wait for someone to turn everything around again.
Its never too late...a friend of mine told me...and he's right...
From now on I'm going to open my heart...I'm going to take the risk of getting hurt, and try to enjoy and feel the music of passion again...
Thanks Emz for freeing my heart by breaking yours.
How ironic this moment turned out to be huh!?!
HEY CUPID! BRING IT ON!!!
The best thing shine (at least for emz) is you were there to give her a hug. Or else she would have had a case of red horse offered to me on her cam. Haha. But maybe a bit sossy. The Bar this time.Haha.
ReplyDeleteBut how she'd never gotten the whole night crying her heart out---I wonder and wink.Two thumbs up for Emyat!Haha
Wowww. That makes you, two, best friends ever huh! Kudos to her broken heart and she's broken your wall! Cheeeeers!
Well shine...that's what friends are for...and you'd do it in a heartbeat if U were in my shoe...
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