I’m moving to a different house again. I’ll be sharing an apartment with my brothers and we’ll all be under one roof… again. I hope this reunion would be for the better and people will change. I want everyone to be up on their toes and move forward.
I’m moving to a different house again. I’ll be sharing an apartment with my brothers and we’ll all be under one roof… again. I hope this reunion would be for the better and people will change. I want everyone to be up on their toes and move forward.
Now I’m broken. We all are.
This has been a stressful week but I have to deal with it. Family, work, other work; it’s all too conflicting and it’s wasting my time. The decision has been made and actions have been done. We’ll see the consequences but I don’t want to think about it first. I need to do something fast before the next testament arrives.
and don’t call me selfish.
Let’s straighten our priorities out and go back to basics: water, food, shelter, clothing and so on. I can understand why you have to call me, hoping I can spare something but NO. I don’t have anything. Sure, I may have a little but expect nothing already. I’m already stupid why I let this happen but don’t give me any more damage. It’s upsetting me and you’re disturbing my work.
and none of them are me.
People don’t think I have problems as I seem to project a happy disposition that’s why they think that I’m an easy target. They may get a glimpse of my life but it’s so much more than what it seems. I keep wearing a plastered smile as if nothing’s wrong and probably that’s what keeps me sane. The world may wonder when I’m going to crumble, when will I blow my head off.
It’s really upsetting how stubborn you are. It’s not for me to decide what’s best for you but you will never learn your lesson. Why, Why, Oh Why? This is not about you anymore; you had your chance. I can’t see why you ever want to put up with all the BS and all that but it’s what you chose. Now you’re suffering the consequences. Countless times I’ve told you to step up but you never did. You should know better knowing you’re older. I can’t accept the thought that you’ve lessen your standards and I don’t understand why you want to stay where you are. I was planning on giving you something but it turned out that something was already taken away. You lied to me again and I fell for it. How long will this continue? How long will this stop? You’re not only lousy; I am as well.
I don’t usually agree and I want to break this phrase but I can’t. I want so bad to prove this wrong because this doesn’t sound right but it’s what’s going on. Call you when need me, right? What purpose is there for somebody to call you unless they need something?
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It’s upsetting that you call only when you need something from me.
It makes me look bad knowing that I have something and yet I refuse to give because of how many instances that were abused since I have a soft heart.
Dropped by the house to check up on my siblings and it seems that I can’t help but nag at the situation and what has become of the people I’ve grown up with. The standards have subsided and it seems like everybody just wants to settle for less which is not really what we were trained in doing so in the first place.
What I want is for him to understand the consequences of every action he takes. I wish to impart the lessons I’ve learned when I was his age. I want to give him my guts just so he would realize how hard it is and how he should find a way as opposed to just relying on other people to do the work for him.
I needed to eat something big and so I ate. The Sunburst chicken reminded me of Molave Restaurant days back in Davao where my parents and my oldest bro got one whole each while Daniel and I got half. I need to revive those days and I feel that it’s slowly starting to happen. I just need a little more push to work things out together.
I don’t think he’s trying to bring us down on purpose. He acts as if he knows everything but one thing that he needs is help. Help that can’t be given by anybody else but his kin. He feels useless with his life and is wallowing in self-pity. He’s a total wreck and what do you think should people do to people like him? Either you cast him away or help him. I’m just somewhere in the middle.
I never thought you’d do this to your own kin. Of all the people, you tested my trust and failed miserably. I should be upset, and I believe I am. I’m just trying my best to divert all the negative reaction to something else. Maybe I just refuse to accept your vice and I still cover it up to show that there’s something good in you.