Monday, November 2, 2009

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Everytime you ask me if I’m coping, I smile and tell you that I’m strong.
What you don’t know is whenever you’re not around, I break down and cry.

1 comment:

t1^g.j0.J1 said...

Why do you need to lie to us about being strong? Who are you fooling when in fact we can see right through your very mask? Your mystique isn't exactly a mystery and your mind has already been unfold to us like an open book. If you did truly trusted us and treated us like friends, you shouldn't feel the need to lie to us in the first place. If you did trusted yourself, you needn't lie to yourself anyway.

Life is rough. Life is harsh.

But if you want to be a soldier who is commanding her own life. If you want to be a survivor and not someone who just gives in and die, learn how to truly pick yourself up. Learn how to pick yourself up even when the world refuse to spare you a minute of compassion. Learn how to be responsible because at the end of the day, you have only yourself to blame for all the decisions you have made.

Cry if you must. Laugh when you can. But honestly, stop lying. We're humans and more ever, we're more water to you than we are blood. Our tolerance for you can only go so far.

I'm too far away from you. And we did the most that we could. But if all you want to do is roll around the dirt that you're in and never picking yourself up, then I apologize if what you think we're doing seemed to be harsh and cruel.

- Jia Shin