To avoid being bombarded with " I- told- you- so" speeches from friends, as well as ending up begging for something to eat on the streets, I have decided to make not trusting men too much as my New Year's Resolution. So, Mr. 2011, spank me if I fail.
I chose to stay inside my room with my lappy, while the rest of the world (it seems) is watching the Harry Potter movie (I forgot the rest of the title.) When my office-mates asked why I didn't register to watch it free, I replied "Because everybody's watching it. And I have this weird neurotic compulsion to be not like everybody." Are you reading this Jessica Zafra fans? lol
I see colors of the rainbow, stardust, brown falling leaves, and the things that symbolize my recent thoughts dancing around me, while I try to keep the only amount of sanity left in my head.
My head is a bag full of memories that are constantly torturing me. I sometimes want to scream so loud I'd destroy every vein I have. If I never believed that better days are gonna come and that I'll laugh again, this torture could have made me run as fast as I can, towards my grave.
I have a couple of lonely days away from you. I wish they'd disappear. But then it's still nice to miss you, once in a while. It's still nice to replay those little things we do, everytime my mind loses interest in what my five senses are feeding it.
I had to get up and type something here. It's a distraction I needed just to stop Me from talking to Myself for an hour, at least, while lying on my bed. Sometimes I pause and seriously wonder if I'm still sane, as well as, whether or not everything that I see and do now are all just in my head. What if the real me is actually in an asylum, standing still, while perpetually staring at a blank wall, as if it's the first time he's ever seen one?
Back from Ronda, a place I just fell in love with. Nature must have heard of my visit because it let the sunset accompany me and Pam, on our way there. When night came, the shy moon and it's reflection on the dark and still waters greeted us. We stood in awe. And when the moon left, it was as if God commanded all the stars to shine as bright as they can to entertain us.
The author is sitting in front of his lappy and is staring at one page, not necessarily comprehending what's on it. His mind is obviously flying somewhere else. Suddenly, he feels as if his eyes are about to fall from their sockets, which made him open his mouth and let out all the expletives his vocabulary, contains. Uttered them as if each word is separated by bold red exclamation points. But then, the effort was futile. The slumber fairy hasn't visited, still. :(
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