i've always thought that i was like PORTIA in the Merchant of Venice, someone whose got so young a body and yet so old a head..

i've actually prided myself in that idea..

then you meet someone who slaps it hard across your face, YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO MAKE SENSE, TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY..

and the whole time you believed you were equals?!

and just how hard is it to make that one person understand that you could and would not allow yourself to breakdown in front of him.. that you just need to let the feelings subside.. because even if he claims you can't tell him anything that he doesn't know, he has NO FRICKIN IDEA how deep shit it is to contain it all inside and feel it bursting from within..

and that however hard you project yourself to be, his mere presence could make you crumble.. that no matter how belittled you are to him, you are still to continue loving him.. from afar..






hey, lighten up i'm just kidding!!

^__^