Monday, February 23, 2004

What my weekend really concluded with wasn't more smses... but a virus in my computer. Now my icq keep sending that same bug to people on my contact list (my apologies to all) and i keep getting disconnected from icq server.

*curse curse curse*

It is a horrible weekend when you hear from your friend about their r/s problems.
Worse still is when it sounded so similiar from what you have been through.

Damn. Why am i talking in the 3rd person? Ok.. What i have been through then.

I wanted to help but i know i am probably biased in my opinions because i feel for the party who may be dumped though i can understand the rationale behind why the person is doing what he is doing.

It is a horrible weekend when things i shouldn't know, i had to find out. And when i do, it struck me that i have no idea how to really deal with it. Sometimes too much relevations may not necessary be a good thing. If only i had been able to let go of not knowing all the facts. But i know i can't. It sadden me because despite being assured it wasn't my fault, somehow circumstances to me as such, make me feel that it is partially my fault. I just wish for everyone to be happy. I don't consciously try to make people like me though i enjoy the feeling of being likable. Yet, i didn't expect that it would become such a difficult thing. Now i just feel like hiding in a hole somewhere.

It is a horrible week when you insist that i talk to you when i am already feeling drained and tired and maxed out. When i am already feeling guilty enough that i couldn't see you for the past few days. When the last thing i need is to talk about what was wrong when all i wanted to do was hole up somewhere to digest what had happened, what i have seen and what i have heard. All i wanted was to talk to you in my own time when i am ready, for you to trust me that i will when i am ready and for you to be supportive in the meantime. What i don't expect is for you to tell me that i could only do so in a time convenient to you, which is now and that next week you "have a lot of work to do". All i can say now is that i am so disappointed in us, that you have made an otherwise horrible week, even more that i can bear.

If the whole world has not gone incredibly mad, then i think i have.

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