The author hereby states that all perceived similarities between characters and people living or dead are either purely coincidental or a skewered nerve in your guilty conscience.

--Ilustrado, Miguel Syjuco

Showing posts with label Giving Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Giving Up. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Five Days Prologue

The air is filled with happiness and laughter. Wherever you look, people are happy, some even elated. They act as if everything is all smiles in this world. They act as if nothing bad could ruin  everything they have--everything they worked hard for--in just a moment. How naive these people are.

Unlike these naive people, there are those who don't hope. They don't hope at all, for they know that hoping will only lead into depression and sadness. And depression and sadness will affect your body physically and mentally until you can't take it anymore and die. Yes, there are people who can avoid that almost inevitable fate, but they are rare and scarce.

Fortunately, I am one of them.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

No Time

"I'm so sorry. I'm busy tomorrow. Can we go next time?"

Without even waiting for an answer, you turned away from me and started skipping to wherever you had to go. You think that I won't mind you canceling another one of our movie nights. You think that everyone would consider just for you and that everything will go your way always. I hated that about you.

Friends are people who you can trust, who you can expect to be there for you. At least, that's what we believed in before you changed. What happened?

We used to be so happy together, talking on the phone almost every night and going to each other's houses until our mothers complained that we were spending more time with each other than our family.

But suddenly, something happened. You changed. You started having absolutely no time for me anymore. You started making up excuses that we both knew were ridiculous. Why? Have you gotten tired of me? Am I not enough for you anymore?

Honestly, I'm hurt, but I will no longer chase after you. I've had enough. As of today, you are but a faded shadow in my memory.

Goodbye.

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Why do I keep writing about goodbye's? I guess it's a mystery to me too. :)

Friday, September 14, 2012

I Give Up

I was not the extremely studious student people believed me to be. I loved doing things out of the norm, but until that point in life, I tried to keep my desire for something different--something no one would ever expect me to do--inside my mind and confined behind the bars of my imagination.