Bloody Mix of Randomness

“Let me run away from here,” she said. Tears rolled down. I looked at her and heaved a heavy sigh. “I hate it here.” There she goes again. “I feel so vulnerable. I feel so silly.” Those pain filled words again. “I can see it in their eyes. The way they look at me as if I’m a little stupid child who is exaggerating about how huge that fall was.” That paranoid belief of hers again. Well, I admit, I’m one of those people too.

Her teary eyes search frantically for some form of response. I gave her a cold stare. I can’t do anything for her and she knows that very well. “I wish I can restart my life again in a foreign place. I can re-create a new image and identity for myself. I can protect my vulnerable self beneath these new layers of masks. It sounds fun, doesn’t it?” Just go. Seriously, just leave this place. I’m tired of listening to rants of a coward. In fact cowards should never be given the ability to dream. Such a luxury is wasted on them. “Yes! I shall!” She stood up and started preparing.

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I looked down at her like I always do. The difference between then and now is I won’t be doing this ever again. Maybe she isn’t a coward after all. She must have been hurting a lot inside. I see. That was her limit. I wonder if she is in a happier place now.

This deep and dark pit I’ve fallen into for such a long time now shall not overwhelm me anymore! I’ll climb my way up regardless of how many times I fall back down. If there is a lion waiting for me outside this pit, I’ll fight it! I’ll use my bare hands and tear that ferocious beast into two. If there is a landmine a mile away from the lion’s territory, I’ll brace through the multiple random explosions! I’ll pull myself through even though I might come out of there severely injured or half dead. I’ll drag myself regardless of how tiring and painful it is. If there is a flowing river filled with jumping snapping piranhas after that landmine area, I’ll catch them by their tails, pull their teeth out and barbecue them! I’ll keep the remaining leftovers for my friends and family. If I stumble upon a group of zombies after crossing the river, I’ll somehow miraculously procure a handphone and call up hardcore crazy zombie lovers and normal zombie fans so that these zombies will rather save their own lives than to attack mine!

Yes, I will do whatever it takes to get out of this nonsense I’m going through. I’m not going to back down. I’m going to fight it knowing full well that I’m not alone in this crap. I’ll fight those lemons thrown at me! I’ll slice them, dice them, smack them, slap them, bite them, butcher them, whip them, roast them, skin them, squash them, kungfu them, karate chop them, avada kedavra them, kame hame ha them, chuck norris them and squirt them into the enemy’s eyes! Bring it on, man! This is war! And I know I’ll win it.