* Jeca
* Jessee
* Jem
* Meme
* Hanna
* Hannee
* Paola
* Ruthee
* Raf
* Rossann
Unfinished business ties you to the past.

I've heard much on how truth can possibly set you free. I never questioned this statement the moment I heard it first time. As a matter of fact, I totally believed it.
I have been holding back truths from the longest time. Keeping my mouth shut on certain issues which I consider less important than the present. And what do you know, Today, for the nth time, I got my heart to speak once more.
So tell me now, How can I possibly forget dealing with the past when in fact, the presence of unfinished business lingers?
A hard kicking on the back was all it took...
A kick on the back was just what I badly needed. Thanks to a few concerned friends who deeply knew how it feels to be treated like crap, I've came to realize handpicked lessons in life that the corners of the classroom can't practically offer me.
As I speak, I'm getting worse.
Writing your sorrows can be possibly hard.
Apparently, these passed few days, I can't seem to write the simplest words to describe my complex sentiments. I've been dying to write an entry, yet the moment my fingers get to feel the surface of each key, my mind suddenly runs poverish. The passed days have brought me much negativity. It was like when God showered Earth with all the good things, and there I was standing and staring blankly as each boon falls down the sky. In the end, I was empty handed; caught nothing but remnants of dust and dead air.
Writing all your sorrows shouldn't be as hard as writing your happiness. But at this point, neither can be considered easy. I don't want to end up sounding like I'll be attempting to jump off a cliff or something because of the overload of downbeat emotions. Better keep it as light as I can possibly could. So, to get things straight:
Glad is awfully sad. :(
And so, this marks the end.
There's really so much about life that I find it hard to believe. Ironies which deeply challenge how far my comprehension can take. Reality checks on its constant necessity. As of this moment, I don't know exactly what to feel. My mind's one messed up crap as I write. I've never felt this bad in my entire lifetime. Guilt surfaced my consciousness, regret followed thereafter. The subtle words buoyed on my stream of understanding, refusing to sink in. Was that foreal? Did it really happen? Or was I in some sort of a bad dream? I cannot care less. Something new just started, and now, believe it or not, it suddenly came to a halt, it's over. Things breezed through me so fast that I haven't felt its existence. Like how a bullet swiftly cuts through thin air in split seconds. I am left suspended, on the brink, empty.
The strings ain't unlimited. It'll come to an end.
It's time like this that I just want to zap my brain to stop thinking on so much things. I'm starting to grow tired of it. Nakakapagod na talaga. :( I don't know how long my patience and understanding will last, but as far as I'm concerned, it's slowly reaching its limit. Please don't drain me. Take it easy on pulling the strings, aight? I don't want to end up empty. :(
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~Okay. So much about the drama. XD
thanks to a good soul though,
my good sense finally came back. Lol. :))