its a keeper

Here I am. Sitting and blogging. I'm wearing an oversize t-shirt and a boxer shorts. I spend the whole morning gazing outside the window, trying to understand whats going on around me. Why he's behaving like that, how did it turn out this way, why can't it be the way I expect it to be. Perhaps I've been reading the Puisi book too much. It gets to me.

I only ought to blame myself of whatever is happening. Sometimes I wonder if, goodbyes are the best solution. That drifting yourself away is always the right thing to do. As long as other people is happy and pleased with the result.

Meantime I am trying to understand why, the reason behind the lies and truth behind everything. Why God tested me so hard. I felt like breaking down and cry, I need shoulders to cry on. But its a waste. When I had someone around listening, I end up not speaking. I didn't lie, I just prefer not to speak. Somehow, does that work?

Sacrifices are made for love. Not for self interest.