User talk:Gsm blue

Can they see that I am in trouble? People always wonder every time they see me, day in and day out. I always act weird, in the office, anywhere I am, and there is some kind of notion that I don’t have any problems at all. Can they see I am in trouble? I am a secretive person, but also I am an extrovert one, now that got you confused. Anyway, I myself am confused, seems like there’s no day that I am not confused. Glad I’m here, surrounded by people who helped and continues to help me. You see, I am growing person, I mean, not physically, but in more ways than one. Right now, doing this thing, I don’t know what even I’m saying now, I think my fingers has brains ‘cause they’re the ones dictating what I am to write here in this paper. Back to my story, or whatever you wanna call this. I always hate it when I talk about my lifestory but I also liked ‘cause that way, people who listen to me can help me to. It’s just a matter of how I explain it to them.

Quicklook? Have you seen quicklook…oh my, gotta raise my hands ‘cause I got no quicklook..well, opportunity for me to write. How I wish I gotta lots of talent in writing. ‘Tis how the story goes. Up until now, my life’s a struggle, well, who doesn’t but anyway its theirs and I have my own problems. Guess not all problems can be solved in such a short time. Where’s your common sense,(name of writer)? Ahah! I guess it’s just another phase in my life that I have to adjust to, meanwhile I gotta struggle and the only thing that keeps me going is mustard seed faith and my friends, the mothers that surrounds me here in the office. I can’t deny, I am a mother’s boy, who is not anyway, all of us guys have been mother’s anyway. They just don’t wanna accept it. For me, I am proud. It makes me able to express or tell my problems to them (mom’s) ‘cause I think they have much more wisdom, but not those of the monks, okay. Right now, while waiting for the quicklook to get back online. Here I am just typin and typin whatever it is left of my empty (MT) brain.

God how much I love you, it makes me insane, makes me paranoid? Oh God helped me, I am powerless against the mighty might of love. As what I have said before, I have loved long enough but I have not understood enough. I have forgiven but have not forgotten, is my fault that my memory won’t let me allow to forget it. May I have a memory cache here stickin in my brain. How can I explain it to her? Am I being unfair or what? I am not trying to impose my will on her but in a sense, do I?....SHOULD I? but would it do any good if I impose my will? No one want to be dictated upon anyway? Am I right? She speaks this and do the other way..for how long can I keep that thing to happen? It’s like we’re still in the dark ages….hiding me, is it because she’s not proud of me? Or happy? Damn, this questions, she is the only one who could answer all this and yet, even her can not!!!!!!!!!!