Monday, August 17, 2009
Minus one, Plus one.
And there he goes again. The feeling of rejection hit me like a knife through my heart, stabbed repeatedly. I'm tired of this chase, falling deeper each second. I've went through tough times and times when depression comes looming like persistent dark clouds on a December day. But why can't I ever get used to this feeling ? Paralyzed, yes, that's the word I'm looking for. Am I not fair enough, Demetrius ? What is it that Hermia has that I don't ? I can give you all, just name it. All I'm asking for is to be a part of you. I crave your presence, only every tomorrow. Let us be what we were back then. Oh, weren't we content with our lives. Weren't you ?
How dare he, Lysander ! Good lord, I'm practically going through a mid-life crisis, and there he goes blabbering the unexplained. A person (me, to be precise) can only handle gibberish to a tiny, weeny extent. Why, he's vowing his love for me. Bullshit ! Pardon the cussing, it strangely took a load off my shoulders, just a notch. If Demetrius doesn't want me (I cringe internally at that very thought), what more you, Lysander ! It's basic logic. And what about Hermia ? Whatever happened to your promises, loyalty .. love ? It's not me you want. It's Hermia, grasp that. Love's like a math equation, only worse. This is all so confusing. I need a kit kat.
By far, the most daunting day ever.
Infinite X's and O's.
Labels: Act 2. Aqilah.
