Knowing it can be very shattering, if the truth is knowable

  

All I know is that what I think, I write for fear of loss is forever at my door step, waiting.

 

 It made me love writing letters even more. The difference is, I only have myself to write… my thoughts can be doomed… lost in oblivion if no one else comes… I still have myself, forever will.

 

This is an extension of myself.  Another story of a metamorphic self, reluctant to accept changes then, but knows it’s necessary, for what is living without change?

 

I am not bragging, but when my being acknowledges your existence, you’ve found a loyal servant surpassing time and death. I vow devotion to the bond of friendship that I presume the two of us will embark.

  

They want me to marry (eventually), but I really don’t see the point in it. maybe I’m not just the marrying type. I’ll stick to where I know I will succeed best.

 

I can never live in one place and one world only. I have always been happy with my self and having another person would be difficult to imagine, especially that someone would have to share my life, my thoughts, my body, my spirit, everything.

 

When it comes to love, it is another matter. But again, it is never enough. It is a start, yes; but it won’t sustain a relationship long enough for them to die in each others’ arms.

  

My castle, oh my beloved castle—so far away, very far away. How I wish I can keep you forever with me in it with nothing but laughter and joy.

  

I’m trying to remember the days when I’ve loved someone more than myself. Sadly, it’s now in the depths of my memory, beyond the recognition of my heart.

 

 I am escaping to an alternate world I know I am capable of being lost. I would love to trade myself for a multiple of selves so that whenever I wake up, I am me

 

I’m stuck. My tears are flowing like river. Reality, truth, or whatever we call it, strikes me when I really least expected, when I thought it will never come at all. I’m devastated. Truth makes me feel useless. It numbs me.

  

I don’t want the things I need; I need the things I want.

 

sadness suddenly snatches away from me the feeling of joy, leaving me as I am always

 

 The paradise that you have been craving for all your life turns out to be the hell you’ve been running away from.

 

 Past love, lost love–whatever it was, t’was all gone.

 

As for me, nothing really started and ended—something just happened.

  

A Mr. Frapp/ Chocolate that would bring me to cloud nine then back to our beloved purgatory—earth with no one to have but ourselves and our beloved ones.

 

 I carry a burden that only I could keep.

  

Loyalty I know lies among those who love me beyond my own understanding.

  

For with life comes love, and with love comes living.

  

he taught me how to read and write, do my arithmetic at a very early age (3 years old) in a deserted room full of cut out letters of magazines. I would say this has been the most vivid of all memories, the seat of knowledge which started it all for me.

  

For almost twenty years, I was everybody’s girl.

  

Does it seem absurd that I am writing to myself?

   

You made an illusion out of the love you had.

 

I pity them for not seeing right through me the capacity of endless hate.

  

Blue roses are meant for the persons important in one’s life. How much more of me does he want broken?

 

 

 

read to feed one’s mind

learn to never make the same mistakes over and over again

live so that others may live; for change is forever at your doorstep