You said you are tired of drama. Understandable. But that means you're tired of me, 'cause I'm all drama.
You said you want to make your life simple. I take it my complications won't fit into that idea.
You said you hate interrupted happiness. That, I don't understand. Maybe we have different definitions of happiness. My happiness is never interrupted. I get to eat, to sing, to cook, to play, to read, to write, to dance, to have a good laugh. Interruptions to those are only momentary.
"It's either you're impossibly oblivious or you're just plain insensitive." I can't believe I heard those from you. I can't believe I'd ever hear those at all.
My silence affected you. But don't you even care to know how it feels to be silent and the reasons behind? I'm pressed to keep things to myself. I can't tell the world how heavy my troubles are. I shouldn't. In fact, nobody should. Nobody is the center of the universe after all. Everyone goes through troubles. I know those things. Who doesn't?
In silence I fight my battles. In silence I find comfort. Sensible people would know that focusing too much on problems and involving everyone in your own misery is one damn act of selfishness. I don't want to be selfish.
I told you there are people who are going through much more, and that we're luckier than most. Sarcastically, you tell me I gave you such a relief? I'm lost... is it really me who's insensitive?
What happiness of yours did my silence interrupt? If it's not my silence, then why am I getting all the hostility? I've had happy moments with you. The good food, good music, small talks, serious conversations, even our trips to the grocery store -- all those made me happy. Does my silence ruin those moments? Really, what happiness are you talking about?
No comments:
Post a Comment