Wednesday, July 05, 2006

; The Last Goodbye

(",) Apha says: i mean... i heard abt u and ur ex. i see that u're a cancer person too.
jovina.* : you are too?
(",) Apha says: yes. we're both very sentimental creatures who has a hard shell that takes time to crack.


This hard shell will perhaps, be left uncracked for eternity. Nobody seems to be willing to fork out a few moments to attempt.

Little Miss Emo has been forsaken, by those whom she thought will never leave her, will always stand by her. It's the tale of the loss of Alwin's friendship without explanation all over again, but the levels of her disappointment, her hurt, this time round, are beyond healing.

I will never know what I did wrong to incur your wrath, but I'm sorry, Cx. Whatever I've done, it's most unwittingly done, with not the slightest ill-intent. Forgive me.

And forgive me for breaking my promise to you. I'm unable to see a point in keeping it any longer. In the past, you could tell me to not hurt myself, on account of yourself, that if I cut myself anymore you'll stab yourself in front of me. And Wanwin, she'd threatened to cut herself if I do so. But most importantly, you told me that Alwin would be the one blamed for any mishap of mine, and No, I do not want that at all.

The sting of betrayal, no, make it your unwillingness to talk, to answer a question you know I really yearn to know, proved painful for me to comprehend. Is it mistrust I'm receiving from you, Sis? Am I not worthy of you sharing issues of privacy with? And particularly an issue regarding myself. What have I meant to you, but a mere shadow passing through the story of your life, I begin to realise.

Perhaps I've thought too much of friendships. Should I have not? But it's too late to withdraw the affections I've gave out. And given a second chance, I will make the mistakes all over again. Now the heart is wounded with battlescars as a momento. One blow after another.. Even the most defatigueable will be depleted of strength. Weariness is a certainty, eventually.

An eternal rest would seem hardly sufficient. Sadly, it's all that I have.

Goodbye to you all, and Good luck.

To you, the only one who knows what this mean, 4 5683 968. (listen t Against All Odds) (:


Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me.
The carridge held but just ourselves, and Immortality.

My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know;
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go.

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