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Friday, October 19, 2012
Unappreciated, and all the other words that hurt @ 06:09

Secretly I've been lonely.

In between the months of June and October (which is now) I feel very lonely. My talents of writing is not appreciated, nor was it known. I wasn't asking to be famous or at least to be "popular". My only want is to be appreciated. 

 But, oh well.

 You cannot please those who cannot be pleased.

You may or can only please yourself.
Sometimes you may not. 

 This sad, sad life of mine makes me rethink,
"Do I have what it takes?" 

 Then maybe life answers--

"What do you think?" 

 --it just takes me a while to retort.

I ignore it anyway.

beatrice redor
look here, wanderer

A little consumed space, blocked by figurative imagination. I laugh at the bitter world, space void of sad, cinematic records. It pains me to see the light beneath the darkness. The ray of little hope, the streaking sunlight of never.
the insecure ones