Undecidedly Weak

My recent brush with the almost and might have beens made me realize that I've been held long enough in the middle of a war that I took upon myself. I started it, I should end it. And I will. I need to or else, it'll pave my path to emotional ruins. I am Hanne, the Weak.

I couldn't imagine that some people really thinks they were born to criticize everyone else. I can't think of anyone whose life revolves around finding the dirtiest secrets one can throw on someone. I can't explain why some people are so jealous of everyone else and thus would raise hell just to make themselves feel better. I just don't get it.

Then, as a matter of consequence, I am being victimized by these low lying scums and I can't even stand up againts them. Why oh why am I so scared of starting a fight? But always eager to start an arguement? Maybe because with an arguement I'm within my turf, I know that it has to be intellectuall proper and emotionally void. But with a fight, the cursed will break any emotional person just like me. Huhuhu! I'll never get to defend myself I guess. Not now, anyways.

Also, I've been trying to flush someone out of my system for so long, I feel that maybe I needed more than simple fibers to push it out of my bowels. I think I'm in need of bowel irrigation. Yeah, this one's a very clingy thing to take out of my sorry congested system. I have no time to wait for the crap to drop by itself, and I have no emotional power to push it out either. As noted on my previous post, I'm an overcooked pechay, even my stem is no longer hard enough to keep me standing.

I have to stop. I want to talk to Sir O. I miss the guy. Where could he be at? What's he been doin'? I can't seem to get him right now, but I have an alternative. Jim Paredes' blog. I'll take time to read things first. Makes my mind calm and my spirit rested. Ahh, that sounds nice.