Here comes the last week of September, people. This week will be my last week of aerobics and kickboxing classes before it recommences in November due to poor responses, which is sad. I was beginning to get the hang of exercising and keeping fit. I was even prepared to commit, and had plan to buy proper shoes and attire. But alas, every beginning has an ending. Perhaps I shall wait for another beginning. I don't know. Tonight feels like a somber night. It's another post menstrual syndrome. I feel… sad. Maybe a little lost. A little envious. And it's hard to put it in words and sentences. It's all messy and confusing.
"I've always protected myself when it comes to love. And maybe that's the problem. By not letting myself get hurt now, it ripples into much bigger pain later." Jay Asher/Carolyn Macker, The Future of Us.
"I want to know if my heart can be broken. Is it hard as iron or am I a gutless wonder?" Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins.
"I keep feeling as if I could cry. It's very stupid, but it'll pass off." Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.
"I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held… Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do." Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus.
Good night.
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