Today, I found myself crying AGAIN, not because I'm bored and not because my bag can't be closed 'cause the zipper went off.The reason is, I think, no one would like to extend a hand after they've seen it..
I cried because I was lonely, my heart was aching that time..I felt it being crumpled and crushed into pieces. No one did helped me get the zipper back, instead, after dismissal?, I found myself "alone" in our row. Was i neglected?..and for what possible reason?
They saw me drenched in tears..and somebody asked me what's wrong. All i can do is shake my head signaling them that nothing's going wrong but inside I was thinking if I still have those true friends of mine inside that very room. Did I made the wrong decision? Why am I the only one suffering after "that" occurence? It was hard for me to fight for myself because I don't know how..better yet, I don't want to.
i still am thinking about it while writing this...
I'M SAD... if someone would say "Calm down and Pray," my burdens might decrease a level or two...
This might be the hardest part of being "So" good....learning how to fight would be a hard task...
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