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You can't be strong all the time.

This morning, I found myself feeling all better, it's bearable but not yet fully recovered. The day almost lasted with me not getting in touch with the emotional laydee. But I guess the provera I took (for the 3rd time now) has proven to be more effective and stronger than my will power.

By night time, tired of the day's activities, I found myself in tears! Again!

It's tough really to realize that things would never be as they were before, it's tougher knowing that regardless how people try to motivate you, they will always be mere spectators (mostly uninterested ones) to your life's drama. It's tougher still when your eyes are open to the reality that he has moved on. Tsk tsk... drama gyud diay ni na topic hehe..

People have mostly applauded my strict discipline, most even say I'm tough at all costs, never to be moved by emotion. I don't cry in public, I don't even cry at funerals!

But I've come to admit that indeed in every man/woman there will always be a child who needs to come out and should just be allowed to come out (at appropriate times when nobody can be bothered ~ like at night) when you just let go and give it a good cry, releasing all the pain in your heart so that you'd have the strength to face the next day with new-found strength.

Indeed, you can not be strong all the time.


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