Sunday, January 11, 2009

Solitude.


It can be fun sometimes.

But otherwise its just painful.

Plus the reminders of IT is just everywhere.

And there's no running away from it.

And every night...

Its really hard to go to bed.

To the point that i have to force myself NOT to cry.

The pillows have uncountable amounts of tearstains.

Even then...i just have to suck it up and MOVE on.

Like Tim Gunn says:


Make It Work.


And in essence, there is nothing else BUT to make it work.

With whatever i have left.

But I'm just tired.

I'm tired of the whole cycle.

I just can't go through it all over again.

Its painful and destructive and i don't have any idea whether i can pick myself up again the next time.


Fin.