How could one bleed this much inside and still be alive? How could one sweat in the midst of the cold night? How could one lose sleep for many nights in a row? How could one scream to be heard, so loud, and yet no one can hear those screams? How could one be so lonely yet not choke from all the anger and pain swallowed, gulp by gulp, day by day?
I know what you’re thinking: Come on! It’s almost new year’s! Cheer up, celebrate!
Hehe… Yeah, I know… I’m more bored with my sorrow than you are at this point. Therefore, if you’re in a good mood, I urge you to leave this post now and go see a loved one, go out with friends, have a drink, hell, have a PARTY!
Otherwise, you are welcomed to be here, share my pain with me…
So, for those of you who decided to stay, allow me to let you in on a little secret: I think I am death proof! I think it’s God’s way of punishing me for whatever sins I have committed when I was younger, or maybe even in another life!
Leaving aside the emotional traumatizing accidents, the physical incidents which could have easily got me killed, all failed! And I’m still here!
So little food, so little sleep… And I’m still here!
Too much stress, problems and anger… And I’m still here!
Too little overrated happy moments stolen in time… And I’m still here!
Too much physical damage caused by my indefinite pain… And I’m still here!
To be continued… Or maybe not!