Sunday, January 24, 2010
Dear A,
I tried to tell you that you are one of the most revolting people I have ever encountered, and I did tell you that before. But you thought I was joking. I wasn't.
Without much love,
Me.
Dear B,
I have so much to say to you, all in my head. If only I could translate it into words and get the courage to tell you how much I wanted to thank you.
But perhaps its the barrier we talked about yesterday. The barrier both of us face until today, more so for myself. And I am so very sorry for not having the personality you expected of me, by far. You tell me you think you've made the right decision, but I am not convinced that you did.
In any case, we'll do good. No doubts about that. You, the dreamer, and I, the devil, will make things materialise. With the weight of the world on our shoulders, we cannot afford to slip and fall on this marathon.
Love,
Me.
Dear C,
I think you know who you are. I love you (: And may your pants never be on the ground! Dance hard tomorrow, darling.
Love,
[//EDIT]
I spent some time watching all of the uploaded videos of Hope for Haiti Now, and I ended up crying my eyes out at each one of them.
Looking at websites- World Vision, for example, made me realise how many people need help. It made me feel so small and insignificant, for once. I am powerless.
All I can do is watch the news to see how many people die again another day.
What is the point of living?
In my own world,
11:42 AM