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Thursday, January 15, 2004
A letter to a friend Dear Neighbor, You're right, as usual. You said a lot of things that somehow woke me up from this stage I've been going through. I don't know whether to thank you or strangle you. Why? Well, I know I should just thank you for letting me realize things that I should've realized, and for saying truthful things, harsh as they may seem, even though that's not what I wanted to hear right now. It's not what I wanted to hear, but it's what I needed to hear. As for that part of strangling you, well, I don't want to hear what you just told me, coz you brought me down from the clouds I had found myself in lately. You even made me cry. Darn, am I even making any sense? You're right. I'm not being fair. And you're right, what goes around, comes around. Natatakot na nga ako e. But the part I didn't tell you is this, I want to know where it could lead, that's why I'm not letting go, that's why I'm being unfair. I don't want to go through life without knowing if it could lead to something good. If it does, then it's nice to know I didn't let go, but if it led to something awful, well, then it's my loss. I'm just gonna count that to the things I had done impulsively. I'm just gonna count that to things that I should have regretted doing. Pero, pare, you're right. I'm unfair. Darn.
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