I kept thinking about it. I pray hard it would not happen. I hate, I do. How am I suppose to forget about it? I hate thinking about it. I wish nothing was bothering me. I ain't the the type who loves "emo" shit. I'm just different now. All the injuries I had, gone thinking about it. I don't have the mood to do anything. Maybe thanks to my uncle and cousin yesterday and some of my friends for trying to cheer me up. This is fear. I won't let fear overcome me. I'll beat the fear if it comes to me. I'll beat it like my dad used to beat me, to discipline me. I don't want this attitude in me. I want it out. Johnny Cash once said "disappear". I want it disappear. I pray hard and I'll wait like I use to wait. Wait for moment. Patience. Mistake are meant to be made by humans. But once its overdone, then, there's a consequences. I still love you. Its not I don't. Its not your fault. I told you about my problems. I know you understand. I'll wait for the next movement if there is. I shall and I will.
the promise i told you will never be broken unless there is an interference, i'll do something about it. something he or she would never forget. i promise.