Last blog for the month

Lately it has been all about me, me, me and ME!

And I'm sorry.

I know you're in cloud 9 right now, believe me ... I AM HAPPY FOR YOU.

Sorry for being the ant on your picnic.

Sorry for dragging this (whatever it is) for so long.

Sorry for being such a buzzkill ...

My ability to listen was ... and, i believe, still is impaired.

However, my ability to feel is still intact ... specially when it comes to you.

I know when you're getting tired. and right now i can feel that you're getting tired of me.

so ... yeah ... I think it would be better for the both of us for you to take a break from me.

You've had a tough year ... you deserve that happiness.

But there are things you ought to know, my dear, just in case this is what you're worried about.

When I'm sad I don't need you to be sad as well. You don't have to feel bad if you can't share your bliss with me. You don't need to come up with solutions for my problems, that's for me to do. You don't need to conceal the smile on your face. It's okay to be happy ... I am depressed, not dead. (not that it's not okay to be happy when I die ... It totally is ... just that ... I think it'd be weird if you wouldn't be ... even just a little bit sad. .... nah! I know you'll cry an awful lot :P)

I don't know ... maybe I'm just immature.

May the immaturity police forgive me for feeling the way I do.

For having feelings of abandonment.

For having hard feelings.

You didn't have to listen to every single word I say ... after all these years ... you should've known this by now. I just wanted to blabber this out of my system ... Just want you to know what is up ... just wanted for you to listen ... or at least pretend to listen.

I just needed to feel your presence ...

I didn't mean to wear you out like that.

I'm sorry for adding stones on the sandbag.

Sorry ...

I'm sorry for being such a buzz kill.