Today she woke up and prayed that things would get better. The rain kept pouring down from the night before, and it didn't show any signs of letting up. She argued with herself -- should she stay home or vigilantly wander her way through to class? She kept looking at her watch, she was going to be late but it didn't matter. No one ever came as early as she did anyway, as early as she has been for the past few days since the new class started. She'd walk in and sit there alone for a good half hour before the early trickles of her classmates started dripping in.
Her brilliant professor began his mudane lecture, as always jabbering on about things that she either understood or will understand. She didn't think much of it, but she was actually slacking in her classes. She slept early and awoke by dawn but these little things made no difference, she had to stop herself from closing her eyes half way. Why was she so tired? She had friends who she thought were draining the live out of her -- but she no longer kept in touch with them for fear they might eventually reduce her into someone she was not. She kept guard of who can be close to her and she finally got around to closing the doors on the people she needn't trust or keep anymore. Slowly but surely, she walked out of their lives for she knew she wasn't required to be there anymore.
Helping others has always been one of her weaknesses. "Never take on more than you can handle" said her father to her once. She tried to hold on to that thought, especially on days when she knew she couldn't bring herself to admit that she can't and won't go through all of this alone. It's days like these that she's thankful for the love and blessings that her family and friends have given to her. Not many people understand why she is the way she is. Why had she walked out on us? they would wonder -- sometimes that is simply the answer. Why?
The feeling of bitterness and resentment ran through her blood, coaxing the pain out of her heart everytime she thought about the days when she thought that this is what she had wanted in life. How wrong can a person be?
Her brilliant professor began his mudane lecture, as always jabbering on about things that she either understood or will understand. She didn't think much of it, but she was actually slacking in her classes. She slept early and awoke by dawn but these little things made no difference, she had to stop herself from closing her eyes half way. Why was she so tired? She had friends who she thought were draining the live out of her -- but she no longer kept in touch with them for fear they might eventually reduce her into someone she was not. She kept guard of who can be close to her and she finally got around to closing the doors on the people she needn't trust or keep anymore. Slowly but surely, she walked out of their lives for she knew she wasn't required to be there anymore.
Helping others has always been one of her weaknesses. "Never take on more than you can handle" said her father to her once. She tried to hold on to that thought, especially on days when she knew she couldn't bring herself to admit that she can't and won't go through all of this alone. It's days like these that she's thankful for the love and blessings that her family and friends have given to her. Not many people understand why she is the way she is. Why had she walked out on us? they would wonder -- sometimes that is simply the answer. Why?
The feeling of bitterness and resentment ran through her blood, coaxing the pain out of her heart everytime she thought about the days when she thought that this is what she had wanted in life. How wrong can a person be?
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