July 23, 2005

• It's like being a helpless little kid with several bullies playing
  "keepway" with your most valued possession. Every time you gave your all
  to chase after it in one direction, it gets thrown over in another
  direction.
  

  

  
  

  
  It's like eating those delicious cookies from Holland and craving for
  them, but having no means of getting any more of them. Is it better to
  have never tasted them so you won't be always craving for something you
  can't have?
  

  

  
  

  It's like dangling on a string of hope which is about to snap but still hoping you'll be pulled to safety by that little string.
  

  

  
  

  It's like waiting for someone to awaken from a coma. They're showing
  signs of vitality, so giving some hope. But full awakening is still
  uncertain, so how long are you supposed to put your life on hold just
  waiting for this person to wake up?

  
  

  
  

  
  It's like a friend who tells you she's going to kill herself, then
  few weeks later
  tell you it was just a joke. She does this repeatedly until you decide
  this is just too much drama, and you cut her out of your life.

  
  

  
  

  
  It's like finding out a friend died. It just feels like a bad dream.
  No way can this really be happening. And every time you wake up, you
  feel fine for a few seconds. Then it hits you. You remember what's
  happened. Then the air around becomes such a heavy weight on your chest.
  

  

  
  

  
  It's like fighting in a war with your comrades and you've been abandoned
  when you were in most desperate time of need. You're alone. The worst
  kind. Abandonment.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  It's like thinking you have stomach problems because your stomach's
  been hurting. But it's hurting only because you've been starving
  yourself. You don't
  need painkillers or prescription drugs. You need what any other body
  naturally needs - food.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  It's like having your husband and children killed and saying to
  yourself that you shouldn't be sad at all, because there are plenty of
  women your age who've never been married or had kids. But even though
  you've been fortunate to have had a family, it's only natural to mourn.
  

  
  

  

  What a crazy week.

  • 7:20 am
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