Lights and Pixels
Roman Esguerra. Nineteen + 1 //
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Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Monday, 21 April 2014
I’m tired of being helpless. I’m tired of faking a smile whenever I’m with my friends. I’m tired of saying that I am okay even when I’m not. There is something inside my head; something which I want to open up but I can’t, and another problem is that I cannot put it into words, neither can I express it in action. I just want to cry. I’m just tired of being alone in a way that someone will never get tired of who I am. 
I just want to have a late night conversation with the stars and the moon, how we can talk and tell how the world is giving me so much pain, so much agony that I don’t want to prolong. I want to talk to someone who can understand me, who can comfort me and tell me that I should stop thinking how the world is too mean to me. 

I’m tired of being helpless. I’m tired of faking a smile whenever I’m with my friends. I’m tired of saying that I am okay even when I’m not. There is something inside my head; something which I want to open up but I can’t, and another problem is that I cannot put it into words, neither can I express it in action. I just want to cry. I’m just tired of being alone in a way that someone will never get tired of who I am. 

I just want to have a late night conversation with the stars and the moon, how we can talk and tell how the world is giving me so much pain, so much agony that I don’t want to prolong. I want to talk to someone who can understand me, who can comfort me and tell me that I should stop thinking how the world is too mean to me. 

Sunday, 20 April 2014
I’m still standing, they’ll never knock me down.The beat never ending, let me hear your heart pound.I’ll shine my light, I’m going solar.

I’m still standing, they’ll never knock me down.
The beat never ending, let me hear your heart pound.
I’ll shine my light, I’m going solar.