Tuesday, January 4, 2011

At the end of the day I lay on my pillow and cry the tears bottled up while I go through my usual chore of pretending. Life is fine. I am fine. It has to get going like I started it. I fight my battles everyday. I try to convince myself that what I am into right now is just among the things people go through everyday. If others can make it, why can't I?

Truth is, I am scared as hell. And no one understands that. I am on my own, basically. No one, at this point of my life, can actually rescue me. This will go on for a while ... unless I do some decisions myself.