Bad Day?

Is it a bad day? I guess not... maybe I'm just ranting and raving for things I'm not suppose to rant and rave about. Bad Day is when things don't go your way just for a day, a freakin' one day. Not when it starts the other day or the other day before that, its more than one day. Forgive the rantings and ravings that you're going to read here but it's better to let it out than keep it bottled up inside. It all started last Sunday, infront of my computer editing my friendster and myspace profile's. It came out pretty well and satisfying, well for me. Then after a couple of hours I suddenly felt this heavy feeling inside of my chest. I find myself harder to breathe, it's like something inside me was squashing my heart slowly and painfully. As time pass... seconds, minutes and I still feel it. I guess hurting is one bloody hell of a thing that one can feel. Yes I'm hurting... hurt to see the reality, the life of someone I knew... being happy.

C: Hurting!? You are hurt... ing!? Think twice honey, you're not hurting because you have no rights for it.
J: Yes, I know that.. you don't have to tell that to my face. I'm aware of the fact that I don't have the right to feel hurt... ing!
C: Then why are you ranting about "hurt.. ing!?"
J: Can you for once go my way... just this once, SHUT UP! Can you?
C: Fine, go right ahead be my guest. I'm not the one who's going to feel the bloody thing called "hurt... ing!"
J: Right... So can I proceed now. Thank You!

And for the crazy things I just said.. Yes I don't have the right to feel hurt about this, because it wasn't mine to feel in the first place. It is easier to let go of something that have been yours than letting go of something that never been yours. Like hurting because someone left and hurt you than hurting because he's not aware that you are hurting. Aishh... I'm not making any sense here, not a bit.

C: Now I get it... that's why you blogged that 'SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL'
J: So...
C: Nothing... Nothing... Continue with the "hurt... ing!" thing.
J: Ahhh I'm stopping now, Okay... Happy? Fine I'll stop right now.
C: Oh Bollocks!
J: Stop cussing. Sshhhhhhh.
C: Oh never mind...