Because, I am lazy, (cue the applause, thank you very much) I decided to not have breakfast until an hour ago and sit by this monster of metal alloys and integrated circuits, known as the desktop computer. I was watching Gossip Girl: In the Realm of Bassness (I hate this show, btw), and planning to watch ANTM until Megavideo decided to cut me off [I have to wait 45 minutes before I resume with my day's major agenda].
So I decided to screen through multiply posts of random people, because I don't have Facebook like normal people do [refer to latest quick note] and I saw this post from a girl I knew back in high school, I'm one batch higher than she is. I so her "people-who-touched-my-heart" list and I can't help but be amused.
Sometimes, I think too much of myself, of my failures and shortcomings, of my wasting my days forgetting that the world exists beyond me. And that, it does not really matter if I die after this word, the world still will continue to exist [apart from certain scientfic theories and theological propositions], BUT at the same time, thinking that the world will never to be the same without me, or everyone of us for that matter.
The people that I hate, I hurt, I loved, and loved me back, their lives will never ever be the same, who they are, will not be the same if they didn't meet me. This happens to everyone. Ourselves so fragile, so vulnerable and yet so strong, ...it just is amazing to think that everything happens because it does period. It ends there, and yet, and yet, sometimes I think too much of my own circumstances.
This girl, I wrote about, she wrote an essay, about her person. And I saw her style, her essay, that same style of writing, of combining unmatched and rythmic words together, was my own style of writing years ago when I started to learn to write. That style, I adapted from the same people she knew after I knew them. But, somehow I forgot how to write through the years, somehow, I began to feel afraid of what words would come out of me. And, maybe Ive given up, maybe now, I can just read.
So I decided to screen through multiply posts of random people, because I don't have Facebook like normal people do [refer to latest quick note] and I saw this post from a girl I knew back in high school, I'm one batch higher than she is. I so her "people-who-touched-my-heart" list and I can't help but be amused.
Sometimes, I think too much of myself, of my failures and shortcomings, of my wasting my days forgetting that the world exists beyond me. And that, it does not really matter if I die after this word, the world still will continue to exist [apart from certain scientfic theories and theological propositions], BUT at the same time, thinking that the world will never to be the same without me, or everyone of us for that matter.
The people that I hate, I hurt, I loved, and loved me back, their lives will never ever be the same, who they are, will not be the same if they didn't meet me. This happens to everyone. Ourselves so fragile, so vulnerable and yet so strong, ...it just is amazing to think that everything happens because it does period. It ends there, and yet, and yet, sometimes I think too much of my own circumstances.
This girl, I wrote about, she wrote an essay, about her person. And I saw her style, her essay, that same style of writing, of combining unmatched and rythmic words together, was my own style of writing years ago when I started to learn to write. That style, I adapted from the same people she knew after I knew them. But, somehow I forgot how to write through the years, somehow, I began to feel afraid of what words would come out of me. And, maybe Ive given up, maybe now, I can just read.
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