WHAT iF?

I was told it would take long, and that it would take really long.

I don't know, after so many days, I'm still quite hung up about the show, the run up to it, and the aftermath. It hurts when so many people thought it was awesome: nobody ever said that about me, my music, or my dreams. It feels like some earthquake rendition of a heartache.

I really don't know. Turning back the time wouldn't be the same, moving forward seems tough, and looking back is unthinkable.

tblog is down, and I'm forced to throw stuff that don't belong here again. Perhaps, there will come a time when I can truly lay and rest without thinking and lamenting about me.

AND ACROSS i FEEL

It's funny, I spread myself across 4 different blogs, spelling out numerous responses that just don't quite seem to add up sometimes. One, I rant and scream in, another I drop my professional opinions, yet one more that is totally secret and oblivious to people that no one even knows there is one, and this, this is probably the saddest of them all. It lacks update, it hears my fears, it sees my flaws, and feels my sorrows. Everyone has some degree of retardness and personality disorders, yet no one openly admits it.

I, across 2 Is and a world blog and a anime blog, just somehow point to a deeper chasm of thoughts than just one straight lace on I tblog. Chaining all four could possibly put and piece me together, but on all fours.

It's rainging again and again and again. Please stop. I can't handle the pressure much longer.