As I write this I listen to a song that I hope someday would be sung to me. I ask myself, when will it happen? I wonder when someone will really have the courage to ask my father and ask for his flower and give her a bouquet. I also wonder if someday, someone will ask for me, my father's princess and make me his queen? I don't want to sound jealous, but I do envy my older sister. She could get everything she could want when it comes to guys. People would be telling me how lucky I could be or the guy. But where is he? Why is he blinded by material things or superficial elements that make up a girl?
Every time I hear someone liking me, I ask myself when will he have the guts to just ask and tell me himself instead of someone telling me instead? Does he have any idea how painful it could be for me? To be lied and joked or played with? I am not a toy. I am also a human being. I have feelings too.
Last night, I had the most meaningful conversation with a friend. Talking about this with other people, will only lead you to disappointment. No one would understand. You may ramble and rant on, but they would only tell you what they know. They will pretend to listen, but won't really pay attention. This pushes you to the edge, without them realizing it.
Sometimes I wished that years ago, I should've died as planned. But for some Divine Intervention, I didn't. I ask myself so many times why? It would've been better that way. Instead of reliving this pain I am going through.
I've had enough.
"Is this the moment, when I look you in the eye? Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry..."- Permanent, David Cook
Every time I hear someone liking me, I ask myself when will he have the guts to just ask and tell me himself instead of someone telling me instead? Does he have any idea how painful it could be for me? To be lied and joked or played with? I am not a toy. I am also a human being. I have feelings too.
Last night, I had the most meaningful conversation with a friend. Talking about this with other people, will only lead you to disappointment. No one would understand. You may ramble and rant on, but they would only tell you what they know. They will pretend to listen, but won't really pay attention. This pushes you to the edge, without them realizing it.
Sometimes I wished that years ago, I should've died as planned. But for some Divine Intervention, I didn't. I ask myself so many times why? It would've been better that way. Instead of reliving this pain I am going through.
I've had enough.
"Is this the moment, when I look you in the eye? Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry..."- Permanent, David Cook
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