- I am not strong. I have not been honest about that and people keep on forgetting how deeply fragile emotions are, even my own. Whenever I am on the verge of breaking down, I am always reminded that I do not have the right to show this vulnerability especially to those who anchored to me for support. I learned to let these tears stream in the dark where nobody else can see them. But people always forget that I am not that strong, I also needed shoulders to cry on and be comfortingly wrapped around someone’s arms I have a habit of letting people go when they want to. No questions. No explanations. Because chances are, they aren’t meant to really stay in my life that long, just on a drop by to somewhere else. So I let them linger for a while, for as long as they want to and when they decided to go I will let them.
- I am sad. I’ve come to the conclusion that happiness granted for me have always been short-term and that they’ll always be just that.
- I am not everyone’s cup of tea. Nor everyone is mine. Not always have been the first choice in a lot of things nor becoming second. Sometimes, I’m not even a choice.
- I am not easy to be with. I am always hesitant to be close to people knowing that most of them are just temporary. So I keep myself most of the time, holding my guards up just to prevent myself from getting torn apart.
- I am a mess. More than an abstract of Pollock’s hanged up in the right corner of the wall. I am a room full of discared and misfit things scattered on the floor trying to find places in that small shelf of the room.
- I am tired. I know how the world will keep on spinning even if I rest and honestly, I just can’t keep up most of the time. Not just to the world, to people and their expectations. I feel like I’m swimming on a murky water where it’s hard to breathe and all I can do is drown.
- I am lost, a lot. We were always told that if we want to get something, we have to really work hard and go through a lot to have it because in that way, we will be able to appreciate it more when we receive it which makes us be more protective of it.
- I am forgetful. I forget myself!
- I am the things that I still don’t know. I’m trying to understand a lot too with me, with people. If they are meant to be what they are in my life and if they wanted to be a part of But I am also other things too that which you have to find out if you want to know me too.
•A survivor of the idiocracy•
YAMBIO DAVID 