Tattoo
April 14, 2011
it all began when i was in high school, the time i engraved my personality on my forehead.
i never thought it would be this hard.
another sentiment...
it is natural for me not to speak if not asked to. but i guess this is not healthy. i stored gallons of saliva for years! just don't know where to use them?
i have focused on the objectives of life rather than on the subjectives. my bad, i admit. a fault that i will carry for quite some time.
i have lots of friends. but i want more. the reason why i'm not expressive is because of a very personal thing only my closest friends know.
no one wants to be discriminated. this is the main reason.
i just found out that i am not what i thought i am for them. disappointing, sad, hurtful. i admit i almost teared but i rather not.
i am very thankful and greatful to have friends who stands by me all the time. you know who you are, i love you all. thank you!
i have to pen this down, i have to let this out my chest this instance. i considered them friends, but they did not.
and now, i chose to be silent. i don't know if you guys would be sensitive to realize, or i just don't exist in your world to notice such sentiment.
all i can say for now is "..."
