Saturday, December 26th, 2009 at 01:19:37
Jeez, what a baby.
I cannot help making puns or sending implicit messages. Nevertheless, I laud the efficiency of the explicit speech. So let me try it.
The
baby up here is me. Why? It is so easy to make me cry. You won't believe. How come? I tend to entrust people with my heart in some kind of way. That is what I do. That is who I am. Thus, the following. People make me incredibly happy. People make me incredibly sad. And the more you understand this, the more power you will have over me.
"With great power comes great responsabilities." Nobody has yet accepted this burden. That is why I cry a lot: there is something very heavy in my chest.
Ultimately, my dream is to find a place where my heart won't feel like a burden. A place where I can breath at ease. Somewhere I can leave my heart while I let myself evolve in the world. And find myself back. Blossoming by the day.
Most likely, that place is your heart.
Dear, if you drop by here...
"T'es pas dans mon coeur, y'a pas assez de place, t'es à côté" -tte, oboeteru ka? There are plenty of other things you said to me that make me feel more peaceful. How paradoxical, given what I have just written. It is just that knowing you cannot "fulfill" this dream relieves me of the fear of being hurt again. I have reckoned I can't fulfill your dreams either. And I have grown to be okay with all this. But things between us are not really the way I wish them to be. Don't get me wrong though...
Zutto, zutto, daisuki dayo. Wherever you are.
I have to say that I am in a effing freaking fear of how weak and breakable I am towards certain people.
My words have been hushed but don't get past this.
"My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer."
Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional.
Jeez is a saying derived from the phrase "Jesus Christ". By the way, I hope everyone enjoyed their Christmas holidays and will enjoy the New Year.
