one rainy day in June
It all starts out one rainy day in June. You wake up and nothing seems to go right. You eat, spend the afternoon sleeping, try to drag yourself up from bed and maybe do something productive. You eat again and this time, you get wet doing so. You come home and there are no lights. You try to feel your way around the house. Try to avoid bumping into anything, or any dog from bumping into you while they jump on you.
And then…the lights come on and then you eat again. This time around, it seems happy. You go on and try to do something productive and you do. Your happy that you’ve accomplished something and now you want to share it with the most important person in your life and guess what happens? shit happens.
unexpectedly, you did not time it the way it was supposed to go. like i said, nothing seems to go right. the rain hasn’t stopped, the frogs are going mad outside your doors. you reach the destined time without meaning to, and hey, why not make the most of it? you try to be cheerful, you try to sound nice, but no matter what you do the other person just seems sooo pre-occupied.
have you ever felt the feeling that you’ve just been taken forgranted? have you ever felt like you try so much to make time for someone, but no matter how hard you try, it just isnt how it goes with them? its always been a thing for me to drop whatever im doing for friends but along with that, the expectation that they’d do the same thing for you. i rarely ask friends for anything, most of the time i try to handle stuff by myself, but when i do ask, and they dont give, what does that mean?
sometimes its just hard to accept the fact that you no longer mean the world to someone who means the world to you. sometimes its just hard to accept the fact that things really do change, and they can change for the worse.
after trying hard to be cheerful, you just wanted to tell the person how you felt. but then that person responds by swearing. by saying that you are making things worse. that you have to stop whatever you are doing. meaning, that whatever you are doing, whatever you are no longer holds water…
yeah and its just a fact of life…the older you get, the more you understand how the world works. you see things in a different light. you feel different. and it is different. what comes next?
June 14th, 2006 at 5:06 am
shit happens… but you always know deep inside your heart you would always forgive the people who neglected your feelings because somehow they didnt deliberately do what they did to hurt you. it’s just that, hahaha, shit happened.