Out, out, brief candle,
life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.
- 'Macbeth' Act 5 Scene 5 line 21-28 (Shakespeare)
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maybe i should be crying out loud,
screaming out to the skies about all the things that's not right at the moment,
maybe i should ,
really should either feel guilty about the matter,
or angry about the outcome.
but i feel neither.
why? i don't know.
maybe its because i feel that its not really a big problem.
i don't understand why it started,
or why it should continue.
somethings happen for a reason.
wonder what the reason is for this.
will it just fade out like any other time?
or is this it? the very last time.
there it goes, because of an april fools prank,
there it goes; 4 years of friendship.
i guess theres some things we need to let go of in life.
but i just don't feel like theres a need to be so serious about it just yet.
it does make me think though,
we don't really have anything in common.
i can't understand the need for lies, and she seems to find lies the most common thing of a human being.
there's so much in life. i don't want to let go, there's no need. but i have to, if she wants to, i'll do as she wants.
"please note that; this is my blog.
this is the one place where what i say is not to please anyone,
this is for me, and if you like; it could be your peek on my life.
but the things i say, the music i listen to, the photos i post (even though they don't belong to me),
these are all that represent me.
if you cannot respect that, please understand it, or at least try to.
if you cannot understand it, leave.
and for those that are willing to respect me; you are well and truly welcome :)
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