The calendar just changed again. Getting complains about how our relationship doesn’t improve because of me just flashed into my head. It must have really ended, whatever we had. Ah.. I really don’t know.
I feel cold and my head hurts like it’s filled with water. This moment calls for a nice quiet time in the roof, gazing the shimmering stars. A nice afternoon sitting by the beach, looking beyond the sea and seeing the clouds move. Or maybe a slow walk through the plaza and market place seeing how people get on to their life. Life does goes on. Too bad, can’t do any of that here. Not much stars. Artificial beach and humid temperature. And walking around observing people is just weird, since most of them are guys I might be mistaken for something I’m not. So, here I am, listening to songs I don’t understand and writing paragraph who knows if someone would understand.
I always get complains. When I’m in high school one of my classmates told me I have a fake smile. That’s harsh but really funny. She just said to me that I’m a fake though I didn’t feel or intend to be that way. When I started working, my boss told me I’m not sensitive. That’s harsh but that might be the truth. Thankfully while other people gave complains about me at work I got a nice support from our group. It’s a nice feeling having their support, coz really, I just need to finish the work maybe that’s why others see me as insensitive. I think I grown a lot. Experienced a lot and still do.
I feel cold and my head hurts like it’s filled with water. This moment calls for a nice quiet time in the roof, gazing the shimmering stars. A nice afternoon sitting by the beach, looking beyond the sea and seeing the clouds move. Or maybe a slow walk through the plaza and market place seeing how people get on to their life. Life does goes on. Too bad, can’t do any of that here. Not much stars. Artificial beach and humid temperature. And walking around observing people is just weird, since most of them are guys I might be mistaken for something I’m not. So, here I am, listening to songs I don’t understand and writing paragraph who knows if someone would understand.
I always get complains. When I’m in high school one of my classmates told me I have a fake smile. That’s harsh but really funny. She just said to me that I’m a fake though I didn’t feel or intend to be that way. When I started working, my boss told me I’m not sensitive. That’s harsh but that might be the truth. Thankfully while other people gave complains about me at work I got a nice support from our group. It’s a nice feeling having their support, coz really, I just need to finish the work maybe that’s why others see me as insensitive. I think I grown a lot. Experienced a lot and still do.
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