21 July 2006
I'm not going to say why. I'm just saying what.
Crushed, frustrated, disappointed. Angered. It may sound gay for you, but to tell the truth,
I feel like crying now. Perhaps you never expected to see this here.
I haven't felt it for a long time. I had wished I will never feel it again. There's not really enough reason to be like this, but I'm sort of pessimistic in this kind of things. You know it, though you probably haven't felt it. The real, and tragic, thing.
So you're reading this. It's all in this place. The clues, the truth. Perhaps this particular entry will give it away. The long-kept secret. Ah, it's obvious now. Think. You've felt part of it. Should I rather be optimistic? It depends on you.Pupil, Beautiful Machines. A good album. Good enough for company. There's something you should know. One thing that makes the album Panorama by 6 Cycle mind precious to me is how the band believes that some rely on their music for comfort.
Bilang sandalan. It may sound cheesy, or corny, or just plain stupid. But I do it. Music is my life, for real. They become something else when I'm like this. Like then. Like people who understand you, know your deepest secrets, and reflect it.
Nasaan Ka? A song.
Just a song. Not for me.
Namimilipit sa galit, umiikot ang aking paningin sa mga tanong na 'di kayang sagutin. It's priceless. The only object that I really trust.
Wala ka na.
Weird. I don't care right now.
Sorry for all this mess. I don't know how much I've spilled with these words. Consequences, they're not important for now. I need to express myself.
Something. Ah, I feel better. A bit.
Don’t leave me, my friend. Don’t be like her. It would be the worst thing you could do. I had enough.
posted by
DJ at
00:28
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