Monday, December 27, 2004
Tired
It doesn't amaze me anymore that people would rather burn with indignation, than do something as simple as ask for the truth - which - sometimes, anyhow - is given freely.
So be it.
This is how the story shall play out.
I, then, am the villain. I, then was the "unreasonable one".
I am tired of bearing this cross for other people. But I have comfort in knowing that somewhere amongst the crowd, a very select few really do understand me. These few dwindle with time, but they are people I dare call friends.
Let these be the last words I speak here on this matter.
Please.
So be it.
This is how the story shall play out.
I, then, am the villain. I, then was the "unreasonable one".
I am tired of bearing this cross for other people. But I have comfort in knowing that somewhere amongst the crowd, a very select few really do understand me. These few dwindle with time, but they are people I dare call friends.
Let these be the last words I speak here on this matter.
Please.
