I thought it was the right thing to do, engaging in common activities. I tried different ones, hoping that at least one of it will interest me but to no avail. Out of desperateness, I decided to choose the one that I enjoy the most; however, it was obviously not enough.


Keeping silent, hoping that as time goes by, it’ll interest me more. I was waiting for school to start so that I’ll have the time to focus on them and move them to my place. Constant interaction, I thought, should breed fondness.


Things seldom ever went as plan with me, as proven time and time again. Maybe it’s another coincidence or maybe I just seriously sucked at it.


I know it may not seem like I did much, I agree, I could have done more. But without the passion, it was tough. Telling myself that I need to be involved, making decisions all the time, all these were taking a toll on me. It was obviously my fault, I started it, thinking that it’ll all work out, but it didn’t. So I held back, waiting for the day when my work finally ends and I have more time to join in the activity. But like I said, things just don’t go as planned.


All I had hoped for was to bond and to please. Saying that I didn’t care and talking to me was like talking to an idiot was really hurtful. I know I may not be an expert at it, but I’m trying. Putting me down when I was trying was just simply hurtful. It made me wonder why I even attempted to do all these in the beginning.


All my efforts went unnoticed and unappreciated. I tell myself again and again that I should just move on, to stop being so anal about it. It was obviously my fault, my fault for wanting to please. But I can’t seem to get over it, because it hurts.

I thought it was the right thing to do, engaging in common activities. I tried different ones, hoping that at least one of it will interest me but to no avail. Out of desperateness, I decided to choose the one that I enjoy the most; however, it was obviously not enough.


Keeping silent, hoping that as time goes by, it’ll interest me more. I was waiting for school to start so that I’ll have the time to focus on them and move them to my place. Constant interaction, I thought, should breed fondness.


Things seldom ever went as plan with me, as proven time and time again. Maybe it’s another coincidence or maybe I just seriously sucked at it.


I know it may not seem like I did much, I agree, I could have done more. But without the passion, it was tough. Telling myself that I need to be involved, making decisions all the time, all these were taking a toll on me. It was obviously my fault, I started it, thinking that it’ll all work out, but it didn’t. So I held back, waiting for the day when my work finally ends and I have more time to join in the activity. But like I said, things just don’t go as planned.


All I had hoped for was to bond and to please. Saying that I didn’t care and talking to me was like talking to an idiot was really hurtful. I know I may not be an expert at it, but I’m trying. Putting me down when I was trying was just simply hurtful. It made me wonder why I even attempted to do all these in the beginning.


All my efforts went unnoticed and unappreciated. I tell myself again and again that I should just move on, to stop being so anal about it. It was obviously my fault, my fault for wanting to please. But I can’t seem to get over it, because it hurts.