One sentence breaks one world in two.
What else can be done when a million words have been said but still unable to put it all back together again?
There are wounds that never heal. Never seem to.
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Sacrifice.
People never know how much has come from you.
When you tell them, they see it as a complaint.
When you keep silent, they take everything you do for granted.

To keep in mind that we should do all we can with all our determination and with sincerity to our own limits to give them what they need, not let them push us around to meet with their demands instead.
Or else we will be taken for granted. stepped on. trampled upon. smitten. Forgotten.

I always end up not being able to speak my mind especially in such short period of time or just no time at all.
It's a bad trait I have.
One that I wish I never had.
I wish it could just stop.
That this slow thinking and brain intepretation lag would just clear off.
I lack efficiency.
One that I once had.
I want to make this all right again, before it gets awry.

The only thing that gets me feeling like this.
Some things change, some things just never change.
What about this?

There's 2 parts to the thing I'm planning to do.
I want to leave. I plan to. I intend to.
But as I leave, I'll bring you along with me.

I'm setting my blog on private from now on. seems like everyone is doing that to me. IM me or email me or just text me by this Sunday midnight and i'll grant the permission. There are exceptions however..

It's been almost everyday now.
Don't know why this is happening.

New Year, New Blunder.

It's the new year, but I guess some things just never change no matter what.

My ankle is still stuck somewhere on the pathway to recovery, no clue of whether it will ever heal properly.

First i strained my deltoid, then my scapula, now my elbow. awesome. just great. really great.

Mistakes made, they do the damage so great, repair seemed like nothing.

I tried to speak my mind and make a statement, but wrong impressions come out instead.

The wrong messages. What was to be spoken was misread.

Everything from nice and just sweet, turned bitter and all cloudy with darkness.

Speech is something I'm really lacking in. and it's getting worse by the second.

Sometimes we thought we were good at least at something when we were bad at almost everything.

We thought wrong. Well I did. I was never good at this. And I'm struggling to keep things going.

Trying not to fail but I don't seem to be able to avoid failure's grasp for me.

I thought I could be a good one, but i'm a really lousy one.

Just not good enough for you I guess.

the only benefit anyone would ever get from having me around is damage, sadness, pain, hurt, disappointment, and regret.