It's a sad story, but it's one that I've written about too many times before. More times than I've written about law school, the supposed theme of this blog anyway. But it's been a while since I've shared this kind of story, and a long time has passed since I've taken the time to reflect and write about what I feel.
A failed relationship. This time, it took me more than a year for us to finally call it quits. And as I said, it's a sad story, and it doesn't make much sense, but the long and short of it is that it's over.
I should be comfortable writing this story. I am, after all, familiar with how it goes.
But I am not. My failed relationships say more about me than about them. I can keep convincing my own ghosts that there was, in one way or another, always something wrong with them.
But it's me. It's all me, isn't it?
I feel for you. We could be singing the same song now; nevermind that I'm still clinging on to some semblance of what can be hope as far as my story goes. Do you really think that forever can happen with our kind? Yes, the phrase is intentional. I am feeling the stereotypical outcast all the more these past few weeks.
ReplyDeleteI fight it with tattoos. Sigh, such is the life we lead.
Muahness from Pasig Cirehhh.
AR, cheer up. No one but yourself can help you. I know you can do it. Just don't rush things. Walang di nahihilom Ang panahon
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