I am selfish. And, I am an egocentric.
I don’t mean to justify my unjust, pitiful self by saying
this, because believe me I am in no situation to ‘defend’ myself. Neither am I
trying to prove myself as a greater person by accepting my flaws because in the
end, flaws are FLAWS. I am here only acknowledging my reality. I confront
myself by confessing my evil side now. I no longer fake smile for someone in
grief just to make them feel better. I no longer offer the common courtesy to
random strangers. I no longer meet up and go for the handshake for every person
I had once or twice talked with. I no longer respond to the requests of my so
called friends at Facebook to report some lame picture. Why should I? I simply
do NOT want to do that.
I underestimated the brutality of love. Or is it even love
that’s brutal? How can I say that it wasn’t merely my absurdity to fall for irrationality?
How can I say that it wasn’t just an utter stupidity?
I run from the reality.
Not realizing the devastation it could cause. I run and then I face the consequences. First
of all, there is guilt.
The never-ending pain of helplessness. The realization that
I can NOT fix anything, the ruins, the wreckage, its in front of me. Their
tears are shed in front of me and I can’t stop it. No matter how greatly I want
to, I can never run away from it. I am caged. And, lonely and stranded. Yet,
there is nothing I can do about it. Its all my fault. My absurdity. My
wreckage.
The blood still flows in my veins. My heart still pumps. And
I am still warm. But how come I can’t feel any of it? I feel confined in
my own self. I feel congestion in my breath,
in my veins and in my body and feel like bursting out sometimes. I feel like
pulling my hair to its roots. I feel like scratching myself till I bleed. I
feel my head bursting from pain, severe pain every single second of my abandoned
life. Yet… yet there is nothing I can do about it.
And then there is rage.
The burning desire of revenge. My life wasn’t supposed to be
like this! My life wasn’t supposed to be a living hell! I try so hard to
survive with the knowledge of the fact that fate isn’t fair.
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