But every time I want to give up, don't care and just suffer any consequences that may come my way, someone is always there to pull me up. I don't know if it's good or bad. Why do I know such caring people in my life? Why do I deserve them when all I'm doing is waste their time and energy when I talk about my meaningless, endless, solution-less problems?
These people, they keep me going. But the question is, do I even want to keep going? Well honestly there is no answer. I have to keep going. I mean suicide is just too irresponsible and impulsive.
And so every time I give up on myself, there's someone out there who still cares to just give me a little tug. And so I'm up on my feet again. Fighting aimlessly again.
You know, when you are stressed out, you get emotional easily, especially if you're already an emotional person like me. So a simple, unexpected text message that I'd received from this really good friend of mine just sent me bursting into childish tears. Sometimes it's so comforting to know that someone still cares and believes in you, especially when they are in the same lump of mess as you are in. But other times, you just don't know what to say.
So this time was one of those "other times". I guess I was just too overridden by the whole whirlwind of things going on that I've forgotten about other people who are in my shoes too, and who still bother to care for others.
And I think I need time to sort things out a little, but for now, I just want to say Thank YOU. :)
P.S. Please do not be influenced by the depressing stuff up there ok? I promise, they are temporary. :) One fine day really really soon, I'll be writing about cheerful things again... :p
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