{My Heart Unlock}

I had an exceedingly fetid day and it’s definitely a no good to remember chronicle. I was lured to commit something irrational and, at the same time, the present victim of agony. I, as a being who has this endearing personality, rarely illustrate my provocation against someone who, merely trampled on my rights as an individual. I have the reason to declare matters and also have the right to not do so.

Overwhelmingly generous. I feel like trashing that persona away and begin to establish a more typical and tough attitude. It wasn’t that bothersome at first but as time goes by, people assumed that it’s utterly fine with me when on earth they feel like emitting tainted remarks in front of my face. I abhor it whenever the laypeople take me for granted. I find it iniquitous because there are certain scenarios where they humiliate me and I can’t fight back since I’m too anxious to harm them. I value them, whole-heartedly that is why, I avoid being caught up in the middle of the taboo scene brawling against their dingy mouths.

The sort of character I positively want to seize is that of someone who is tough and can guard herself from the fangs of those lethal backstabbing beings-none other than the humans, itself. I fancy having tons of acquaintances but having them hate me is, likewise, difficult for my part- especially when I can’t scuffle back to those abhorrers. It’s my temperament to pretend to smile whenever I’m engrossed into my chaotic, depression-filled world.

Speaking of depression, I have it. I contain its symptoms within myself. You would never ever imagine that someone like me, a Christian, would think of committing suicide just because of a temporary, vicious peer crisis. I may wear a seraphs smile but what lies inside me is a rotten person. I was too much absorbed in imagining things on how to please them and such, but never did I consider myself for once. Yes, I had hurt myself with punches, slaps and rigid torments. I was obscure. That is why, I’m eager to put up this strong character to demolish this belittling sensation that I feel inside of me. Yet, with the urge to change, I’d dare not to disregard my previous persona-the one that I had loved the most.

I can’t stop it
It seems to overflow

Aggravating. I presume that is how I can delineate my day. I was looking forward for some tranquil moments on my own but almost the whole thing backfired. I committed common blunders but it wasn’t really that oppressive. First, was when I and my group mates were assigned to report the topic appointed to us by our sensei and guess what, we nearly reported the wrong subject. Good thing, she was benign enough to have us remake our report for the last minute. It was our fault, though, for we haven’t kept the title in our minds. For my part, it was both bothersome and mortifying. Argh. Next was my runnyNOSE. I assume I had caught a cold. I loathe these shrill sneezes!! (I know you do, too.) It pisses me a lot. A LOT. It’s quite annoying, right? And it hurts. Yeah, it impairs my nose and I can barely breathe. Plus, I’m suffering from body pains-from my legs, back and to my arms. I apologize if you have to listen to my rants and thank you. Anyways, my day wasn’t completely filled with ghastly memories, there were excellent memoirs too. I was able to have some minute chat with my chums and I had treasured it a lot. It was amusing listening to their angry outbursts and clichéd jokes. Hei.hei. some one said I’m cute. I’m not boasting about it just because some unknown sycophant was praising moi. It was just overwhelming since I rarely hear someone praise me. All I know is that I am definitely defined as black. Okay. So, there were these boy classmates of mine who call me BLACK all the time and that means every hour of every day. I hope they’ll read this. You damn guys who call me BLACK, look at yourselves!! Even though you meant it as a joke, it still hurts. Man, you know nothing about good manners and right conduct. Better go back to Kindergarten and learn your ABC’s. But you know, I still am thanking you for doing that. I do accept the fact that I am the morena-type of a girl but puh-lease do not exaggerate it. Duh. (I can’t complain like this in front of them so it’s better if I write it down.) Don’t you just hate someone calling you names when your biological parents named you a unique name? Furthermore, I had a great time because I passed all my quizzes for this day.

Thanks for reading. God Bless.

{My Heart Unlock}

I had an exceedingly fetid day and it’s definitely a no good to remember chronicle. I was lured to commit something irrational and, at the same time, the present victim of agony. I, as a being who has this endearing personality, rarely illustrate my provocation against someone who, merely trampled on my rights as an individual. I have the reason to declare matters and also have the right to not do so.

Overwhelmingly generous. I feel like trashing that persona away and begin to establish a more typical and tough attitude. It wasn’t that bothersome at first but as time goes by, people assumed that it’s utterly fine with me when on earth they feel like emitting tainted remarks in front of my face. I abhor it whenever the laypeople take me for granted. I find it iniquitous because there are certain scenarios where they humiliate me and I can’t fight back since I’m too anxious to harm them. I value them, whole-heartedly that is why, I avoid being caught up in the middle of the taboo scene brawling against their dingy mouths.

The sort of character I positively want to seize is that of someone who is tough and can guard herself from the fangs of those lethal backstabbing beings-none other than the humans, itself. I fancy having tons of acquaintances but having them hate me is, likewise, difficult for my part- especially when I can’t scuffle back to those abhorrers. It’s my temperament to pretend to smile whenever I’m engrossed into my chaotic, depression-filled world.

Speaking of depression, I have it. I contain its symptoms within myself. You would never ever imagine that someone like me, a Christian, would think of committing suicide just because of a temporary, vicious peer crisis. I may wear a seraphs smile but what lies inside me is a rotten person. I was too much absorbed in imagining things on how to please them and such, but never did I consider myself for once. Yes, I had hurt myself with punches, slaps and rigid torments. I was obscure. That is why, I’m eager to put up this strong character to demolish this belittling sensation that I feel inside of me. Yet, with the urge to change, I’d dare not to disregard my previous persona-the one that I had loved the most.

I can’t stop it
It seems to overflow

Aggravating. I presume that is how I can delineate my day. I was looking forward for some tranquil moments on my own but almost the whole thing backfired. I committed common blunders but it wasn’t really that oppressive. First, was when I and my group mates were assigned to report the topic appointed to us by our sensei and guess what, we nearly reported the wrong subject. Good thing, she was benign enough to have us remake our report for the last minute. It was our fault, though, for we haven’t kept the title in our minds. For my part, it was both bothersome and mortifying. Argh. Next was my runnyNOSE. I assume I had caught a cold. I loathe these shrill sneezes!! (I know you do, too.) It pisses me a lot. A LOT. It’s quite annoying, right? And it hurts. Yeah, it impairs my nose and I can barely breathe. Plus, I’m suffering from body pains-from my legs, back and to my arms. I apologize if you have to listen to my rants and thank you. Anyways, my day wasn’t completely filled with ghastly memories, there were excellent memoirs too. I was able to have some minute chat with my chums and I had treasured it a lot. It was amusing listening to their angry outbursts and clichéd jokes. Hei.hei. some one said I’m cute. I’m not boasting about it just because some unknown sycophant was praising moi. It was just overwhelming since I rarely hear someone praise me. All I know is that I am definitely defined as black. Okay. So, there were these boy classmates of mine who call me BLACK all the time and that means every hour of every day. I hope they’ll read this. You damn guys who call me BLACK, look at yourselves!! Even though you meant it as a joke, it still hurts. Man, you know nothing about good manners and right conduct. Better go back to Kindergarten and learn your ABC’s. But you know, I still am thanking you for doing that. I do accept the fact that I am the morena-type of a girl but puh-lease do not exaggerate it. Duh. (I can’t complain like this in front of them so it’s better if I write it down.) Don’t you just hate someone calling you names when your biological parents named you a unique name? Furthermore, I had a great time because I passed all my quizzes for this day.

Thanks for reading. God Bless.