i just watched a horror show with a large element of sadness in it. it's about this family, who had a housewarming party. however, their son disappeared in the midst of the party, leaving the mum frantic and panicky. in the end, a woman who witnessed her husband being burnt to death and had a son that died while he was out searching for food had abducted that woman's son. it was quite a tragic story, because the woman lived in the squatter settlement which had now become the rich man's estate which the woman was now living in. initially, the rich woman's son could not even recognize his own mum because all along he was living in darkness with the woman who had abducted him. that's a serious tragedy. i don't exactly know why the show hit me so hard but i suppose it's because i'm in this emo mood now.
i cried during ffw today, and it was because i felt God comforting me in the midst of all this sorrow and pain i feel. needless to say the cause was you, and partially some other stuff. i feel so tired, i can't take it anymore and i really want to run and hide.
memories become my stronghold and it's tragic how things are now. if you tell me you bear the brunt of it all i'm telling you that it's not easy for me either. maybe we should just let things go, because being together will only make us suffer more, won't it?
i can't continue living my nights like that, thinking through the same things; reminiscing through those old times. i don't want to quarrel and then forgive, forgive and quarrel, and the cycle goes on. i'm so lethargic, i don't think i can live my life like that anymore.
maybe, just maybe.
12:28 AM
