12:20 AM. Tonight I am numbed. No feelings. No raging emotions. Nothing at all. I like it. Thoughts of you passes by but it doesn't affect me much now. Perhaps, this is the effect of the beer I drank. Sedative. But I should be depressed, supposedly. Instead, I'm numbed... and it's good.
Earlier I was thinking of you and the feeling is good. Then again, that would only be a feeling. No more, no less.
I sent you a poem written by a friend of mine as it struck me much. I hope you have received it. I know you did. Anyway, I am sleepy now. Tired and sleepy. So I will lay myself to sleep. I have nothing to write anymore...
Goodnight sweetie... goodnight.
*3rd journal entry. no revision.
El poeta que nunca seré...
1 month ago
2 comments:
fiction.
hehehehe... awright!!! real.... just give me a name...
i have the clues now...im closer to nailing the answer!!!
watch out!!!!!! and your silent love will not be silent anymore.. and your imaginations will be horrible reality!!! bwahahahaha!!!
Hhahaha.... I love jabez's comments! :p
Your journal entries are so honest, deep and personal...Thanks for sharing this to me...really appreciate your trust.:)
May God grant you your heart's desires. Continue seeking and trusting the Lord, He know's everything and He cares for you more than anyone else.;-) God bless! :)
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