After a year

Wow, after a year. I’m back. Not a lot of people know me here.  Great that I remembered my password. Been wanting to write. Not in Multiply because I dont want too many people to meddle with my  life.  I don’t want too many people asking what my blog was all about as in the case of Mags.  I don’t want too many people to be guessing what could have been happening and they would spread their theories around. It’s pathetic.  Anyway…

It’s 6:44 AM and I’m waiting for Mags to come home. Worried as hell. I was browsing the Net, checking out other people’s profile. Keeping myself busy. Not wanting to become paranoid as I have been waiting for Mags for 5 hours already.

I miss my old life. I miss it but I can’t already remember what it felt like back then. It’s hard when you have always thought that things will be the same. But reality of life: things change, people change. And all you just have to do is accept it eventhough it hurts sometimes.  I remember what my friend told me: it takes two to tango and one to ruin the dance. It’s true somehow but you can’t always blame someone for whatever is happening to you, to both of you. 

 Funny how I am able to show everyone that I’m okay. No need for them to know what really is going on inside my head. It’s hard to pretend to be okay when behind the mask, you’re crushed. But I got acting skills and sometimes it works good for myself. I hate too many questions. I hate explaining. I hate people who interpret your stories. I hate it when people give you pieces of advice when they haven’t gotten any clue about what really happened. Just for the heck of saying something. That’s why I prefer to keep quiet. Life is much simpler that way.