I haven't thought I can endure all the pain till July happened.
I thought 2006 was the worst. It wasn't. It was a prick compare to the stab I just felt last month. I wouldn't put whatever it was in a public blog, but the chances of all things hurtful from a good friend and a person I trust the most happened to me just recently that I decided to let go of all the long distance chances this past few weeks. As of the moment, Edinburgh and it's feisty, feast-y August is a good recuperating season, plus this Holyrood mountain. I love the mountain. I'd live in the mountains just so I can be happier. I'd love to go to the coast but I am far away from it. I'd go to the Philippines soon, but I'd rather not yet (if not for Rhum. I miss my dogs and my cats). I can't seem to think about thinking other people other than myself now. Nothing makes me feel better here than taking care of myself (and the friends I have here). AND THAT PH.D. paper. And my dream. The list went on and on till it reaches you. But it can't right now. I can not prioritize people who have forgotten how fragile I am. I can not be with people who bring me the bad memories of my July. August is just a happy month. August should be more of me. |
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