angelic.Devil

The Path I Choose

A friend of mine once said before he past away, “There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.”

So what will it be for you? Lately, I know that we are all tired of the way we live. I’m just trying to find my way. I guess, I am one of those who fight to find their own way.

I’ve got to move on and be who I am. Don’t want to leave it all behind but when I get my hopes up, I have to watch them fall every time. It’s just too hard to see it all slowly fade away from me. Now, I got to do what’s best for me.

Sigh~

This feeling inside is empty as though as I’m emotionless. I am losing the momentum. Perhaps the feelings built in are growing exponentially and I can’t barely think anymore.

Why is it so hard for us to stop hurting each other when we know that it’s torturing us inside?

People always talk about how great it is to be in love, but I never heard about the downside of love until I fell in love with you. I learned that it isn’t all rosés, flowers and candy. Love is pain, hurt and sorrow.

But at the end of the day if we can still look into each other’s eyes and realize that nothing’s changed, and the love is still there, then I know we have a love that’s worth fighting and hanging on to.

Pissed Off. So, FUCK OFF!

"When a man is wrong and won't admit it, he always gets angry." – Haliburton

Everyone have limits, and I have been extremely liberal about some things. But there is just so much one can take.

I suppose everyone has their own equal amount of rights. But even equal rights are bound to limitations. I am quite lenient when it comes to terms of give-and-take, and respecting others belief/opinions even though it contradicts mine. Too lenient in my opinion, that I feel being taken advantage of my “kindness” (choke-puke-gag).

Let me be straight to the point here. Normally I would not care less with mediocre actions inflicted upon me, nor libels and slandering. Promises made over and over again, but never fulfilled – I get agitated by it.

The elasticity of a rubber band has its limit. I let people have their own way, until certain extend which I cannot tolerate any longer.

See, all I ask in return is just something simple. And it is not difficult to carry out. I would very much appreciate it if people respect my privacy, in every single way. That is not very hard to fulfill, isn’t it? Leave me alone and let me do my stuff PEACEFULLY.

Now, why is it so difficult for some people? Demanding respect on privacy, but show none in return.