Always ready to lend a hand.. often forgetting I need one, too.
“We all have our own challenges ahead of us. It’s how you respond to these challenges which will define you.” -Wil Dasovich
She’s hurting while she’s praying
It’s painful but still hopeful
That one day, she’ll find a way
What’s funny is this is happening.. again.. only that I’m braver now, more mature now, more prepared to face this, and much more willing to do anything in my power just to stop it. How I wish I’m also number now, but it hurts much more than before. I never thought this could happen. Surprise surprise.
I used to like coming home when I can’t deal with life anymore. Now I want to run away from there, too.
“Don’t let the brutality of the world take away your thankful heart.”
This is one of those nights when I just can’t stop thinking, worrying, and suddenly explode into tears I’ve been trying to hold back for far too long.
It’s just so hard. Worse, I have no one to talk to about all these. I know there are lots of good souls willing to listen, but no matter how difficult it gets, a huge part of me still thinks and feels this is a battle I could fight on my own; partly because I don’t want others to see what’s behind the mask, more so that everything’s just masked.
I don’t know what to do anymore. R.. Should I speak to him now? Should I do it face to face? Should I just show this blog to him and let this explain everything? Should I just choose not to let him hear the truth from me ever? D.. Should I inform him that I just act normal but that doesn’t mean I’m over it and I forgive and believe him? Should I make him explain to me upfront? Should I add that woman on Facebook? Should I look into his phone once more? Should I let this go and just believe him?
This is one of those nights when I sincerely wish I could fall asleep and wake up finally knowing what to do.