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Swinging The Mood

July 30, 2010

This is your daily source of emotional prescription. If symptoms persist consult your boyfriend.

 

Gut Feeling 

I woke up one morning and I felt as if something has changed but I cannot seem put my finger around it. I’m afraid to ask. For one thing, I don’t even know what to ask. How do I start a conversation when I don’t even know what I’m supposed to talk about. I feel so much happiness when I’m around you yet sometimes I feel you are distant…I understand how difficult things are for you right now and I pray that everything will work out just fine.

What bothers me is that I am not sure how to be me when I’m around you these days…Do I console you, do I try to make you laugh? How do I make you feel better? I fear I might make things worse even unintentionally it would be such a dissappointment. You always make sure I’m ok but I do not know if I am doing you any good at this point in our lives. I do hope I am helping even if you always say that you’re ok. You’re one tough individual to read my dearest as you constantly show a strong fascade and keep yourself behind wit and humor. Even if I seem to not know what I am doing half the time, know that I am always here for you. I Love You so much my dearest of that I am certain.

I’ve got a gut feeling and I will be listening closely. Let the mood swing on…

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Searching my Soul

I’ve had my fair share of disappointments and frustrations and quite frankly they are futile

They will never do you good but the funny thing is they’re always there

Like a bad habit that never gets tired of hanging around 

That’s just the way it is I guess 

There is one thing I have noticed, no matter how many people surround me still I feel so alone

I have loved ones whom I hold very dear in my heart and they love me just as much

Somehow, somewhere there is still this tingling in my soul constantly reminding me

Something is missing…

Is it my heart? Is it life? Is it me? Am I broken?

But then again aren’t we all?

As it turns out,   I’m just simply searching my soul

My world is an ocean, so much to learn, so much to discover, so much to look forward to… 

 

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