Crying as a Hobby
I don’t get the idea of crying as a hobby. Well, not until I had my heart broken by someone else. Truth is: I lost some inches on my waist, thought crying was the best thing to do on my idle time; had the urge to call him @ 1am. Even call him names. But hell no; wouldn’t even give him the chance to laugh at me.
I cried too many times; eyes ran dry. Mom says my EQ was hitting below zero and so my self-esteem.
5 Days of crying and it became a hobby. Like surfing the net, or reading a book. But would he even care? The ex that ran away… would he even remember me.
Well he did, but I was smarter now… I just couldn’t be the good old girl I used to be. I am just so happy I am no longer stuck in that kind of relationship.
What happens to my ex??? I dunno know. Maybe they lived happily ever after.. or he could have shed some tears.. But who cares anyway… Well I do…
But do I really care? I asked that question too many times.
And I realized, hell no.
Moral of the story: Don’t make crying as a hobby. You cry but find time to stop. The world is too beautiful to even sulk and cry.
August 7th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
My existence used to be like a reference work,
One whose contents I’m well-known with.
For each and every page turned;
Could freely guess what will occur,
Even prepared to take on
Every curve and turns,
Things were easier to command.
With every chapter closed;
It was always with totality,
Knowing it was over,
That there’d be no unwelcome sequels,
And I could get on with my life.
Unearthed life wasn’t meant to be like these
Eventhough things may not go my way
I can discover the charm of truth
Risk into those erratic paths
And choose the less traveled road
In this trail I have preferred
Nothing is certain, but in the end,
I’ll be fulfilled that I did it my way…..!
…my sis JOLIAN, thanks for everything..for supporting all the way..hope to see you soon..always remember I DO LOVE YOU SO MUCH no matter what…il be your shoulder to cry on..promise!