busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
Everything is convoluted. I should feel that i deserve this subtle treatment, or maybe the fact that my mouth often speak of the unspeakable and it's so soft that just the person next to me could hear it, and me, unnoticingly thought they didn't. Silly me, my frailties. How contradicting and overwhelming things have been for me, i have decided to remain patient of how unjustly things have become and i can no longer subdue the social intensity.
I'll mend my own ways with help of my friends, i'll have fun with them that didn't push me aside throughout, that didn't give me those looks, that had similarly gone through what i had, that could be frank with me without being afraid.Everyone has their secrets, and to those that i hold their hearts close to mine, i kept them safely hidden. I kept then safely hidden.