As you read this, I knew that a decision will soon be made. I’m not sure if I did the right thing, but a part of me says I am right. Most of us did a stupid thing in there existence. But how hard it is to resist pain when you actually enjoy the pain you’re getting? How can you stop or you simply cannot put halt to it because you don’t know where to start? You took every precaution you’ve thought and yet you didn’t succeed. Ouch. Why do you have to think of sacrifices? Or perhaps killing your own happiness to end the insane things you have been doing to yourself lately? If a wound or scar will be visible to our skin to remind us of the wrongdoings we did that gave pain, then I’ll be scarred and will end up looking a stripe shirt perhaps. The situation and what you get is addictive. You enjoy twinge, as if this is the one sustaining you to breathe. No words can describe how the soreness numbs the body until it ran out air. You exerted all the efforts just to get him lost in the maze of thoughts because of too much questions he asks; wanting to know what you will do. Normal people would rather not know what you are referring to for it is the slightest idea ever gets into their fragile minds. Oh the word fragile. So much to illustrate how he was raised and lived his almost three-decade-life with so much delicate way of living.
Just be yourself. Say ‘I love you’ if you mean it. Dance as if no one is watching. Capture every moment; take as many photos as you can. Sing out loud. Dance in the rain. Eat ice cream. Take pictures. Drink sodas. Chew your favorite gum. Wear flip-flops. Love the sun. Smile a lot. Spend time with your family and friends. Sit and chat with your mom and dad or with your sibs. Sleep later.
...then i'd rather get hurt just to be with you.
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