For a brother who have passed away

Hi,

You know that you are the only cousin that I consider as a bro, rite?
You need to tell me how to stop staring at people that look like you and wishing that was you.

Don't be too much

Dear my emotional aspect of myself.
I would be grateful if you affect less than half of myself. Am tired of being too emotional. Don't you feel it too? This things ruin ourselves, don't you realize?

You know how much you can affect my career also, rite? Don't make me hating you more than yesterday.

You know what is worst from the time?
We can't take back what has happened. No matter how much you've kick yourself.

What is wrong?

Hello again, Blogspot!

I've been longing to write on you again. Won't lie, loneliness tend to push me back to you, as I realized I start to not tell any one about what really happens on my deepest mind lately. So congrats, you are the chosen one, the safety place to tell a secret, even tho there will always a possibility for people noticing my write.

Weather it is because adulthood or just another PMSyndrome, I suffer for having melancholy thought regarding people's existence on my life, a friend, a lover, and even a pet (sorry not sorry for categorized them as "people"). Why do they come and go? Why should I let them visit my heart and left some remarks if in the end they would left and won't come back?

It is always hard to let go, but always easy for me for being too attach -emotionally-.