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Monday, September 10, 2007
The princess has been told she's clingy. Wow. What a slap in the face. But different circumstance. Different. I haven't blogged in such a long time. I feel like, there's so much to say, yet too little words to express it. I can't remember the last time I was so fucked in the head. Never, I guess. This is new. Daphne has just indirectly admitted that she's in the wrong. She's never been one to step down, but I guess that as things mellow and the heated emotions and passions mellow, like age, one becomes more settled and is more willing to step down. My current mood: resignation. Whatever comes; comes. It's not that I don't give a shit, it's just too fucking tiring and draining. I can only eat humble pie and do what I can. 'The rest is silence.' That's from a play, but I can't remember which, hmmm. No, really, the rest will just come. Nothing I can do. I will eat humble pie, but I will never grovel. And if this humble move of mine illicits a lack of response, then I guess I'll be disappointed. Not that I should, because I probably shouldn't be expecting anything. I should have learnt by now. But my better senses tell me it's the mature thing to do the humbleness. And so I have. This probably doesn't make sense at all if I read it after I post it. But what the hey. I'm off to learn lines now. I can only say that I did what I could, and whatever happens, suck shit Daph. You did what you could. If it's time to move on, it's time to move on. That's what life's about. And secretly, I'm proud of myself for having reached the state I'm in now. I might feel different tomorrow, but for now, I'm happy with where I'm at. Good night cruel world. It's time to learn some lines.
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