a house is not a home
July 31, 2008Posted by edcel in family, rant.
So that’s it. I’m in the office cause I’m going to sleep. Ha, I can’t sleep properly at the house because of the tension in between talking and waking up without doing anything. I can’t call our house a home anymore and anytime soon, we’ll be gone to some la-la land pretending to know what we’re doing with our lives. But it’s sickening, knowing that the one that’s supposed to keep you alive, your life support, hasn’t been of much help. So I lay here and ponder what I’d have to do in order to take that step, that one leap of faith to get out of this mess. But I’m scared; I’m scared shitless of the uncertainty of events that cannot be avoided. Still, I’m not comfortable anymore. Do I seem bad? Am I an evil person for being selfish? I don’t even want to have conversations because of the beliefs that are shattered because of tainted reputation.
I hate the point that I have to make so that people realize my worth. The past few days months years haven’t been very constructive, though that’s no the notion I’m portraying to other people. I’m glad though that things haven’t gotten worse, or is that what I’d like to think? Anyway, to hell with people, to hell with beliefs, to hell with principles and in turn, to hell with me. I’m not looking for trouble, it always finds me.







