I'm hurting, but who cares? They are used in having me as their happy pill and that "one call away friend" anyway. I'm breaking, but who cares? They wouldn't even find time to wonder if I'm doing fine. I'm crying, but who cares? They would just say that I'm being too dramatic, rather than lifting me up from falling. I'm dying inside, but who cares? The truth is they wouldn't even give a damn, they are too busy minding their own, that they forgot who was there for them when no one else was..
I only have myself, even the closest people I have, seemed to be far away from my grasp. We have our own battles-- we all have our own journey. But even so, even so that they wouldn't care enough for me, I have never regret in taking care of them. I have never regret of being there for them, through their breakdowns and breakthroughs. I hope they would find a minute to wonder of me too. Just a minute. But then, who cares? I know they will never do..
BINABASA MO ANG
MY RANDOM THOUGHTS, SHORT WRITINGS, POEMS
RandomBefore anything else, I would like to let you know few things about myself: 1. I'm gay (I love girls!) 2. I'm introverted. 3. I am a certified weirdo. 4. I love watching the night skies, interested about galaxies, heavenly bodies and time travel. 5...
