…..I’m also special to someone.. What it hurts the most? She receives it with no occasion at all…
I decided not to write anything… Anything, even the things happened on my birthday. I used to blog every bit of what happened on my birthday; but now, I chose not. Maybe you’ll ask why I am writing this sorrow. The answer… I can’t take it anymore. I am eating by the loneliness that covers my human existence especially when I saw this status.
The tears are now falling again. Disillusionment. Frustration. Stress. I should be happy. I’ll just try to make myself happy for as long as I can. Just like what one of my friend’s comment yesterday, It’s me that makes the day special.”
kahit ano pa man ang mangyari, dumami man ang ampon nating pusa, malaos man tayo na di mangyayari kasi hindi pa naman tayo sikat……. (perfect! ^_^)
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. -Victor Hugo
Till death do us part…..