I Don't Feel Resting if its only means is to Slowdown

"this is my battle, this is my fight"

It's the last month of the year in the eve of a new dawn, I am still awake. My fingers are still hitting the keyboard of my Strawberry's computer. Unstoppable, and still wired - I am slammed on my bed flashing back  life events from the past week. Only one thing I learned and it's constant. Never expect things to come along as you wish it should be. Life is really unfair. You give love and try to understand. But imperfections hurts. The more I am trying to be perfect, the more I was judged wrongly. Anyway, this is my battle, my fight. Like rocks over the hills on the verge of falling down, I won't give up. No storm or disaster can ever stopped Me. If I have to face my fight ALONE, I will!

People always see people as different from each other. But I couldn't understand why they tend to compare these two creatures at some certain points. I am just human.. made up of flesh and bones. I am strong and also I am weak. I don't feel resting, if its only means is to slowdown. I want to move on and face my fight.

"Hmmmm, do I sounds serious? Well, maybe, but this is because I am  being realistic. I hate being squared. I don't want to be so radical. I admit, I am not a sweet girl to everyone. Dad was the only man who found me sweet. and maybe  Strawberry, as sweet as what I called him. But sometimes, because of some  S**** , I became sour.

This is the second night I stayed up late. Well, what to do? I am not sleepy nor wanting to even lay down. I want to shout from the top of my lungs that World!!!!! please listen and understand ME!!!.. In my silence, shouts my soul. In my loneliness I found real Joy. Strawberry? He must be sleeping tight on his slumber. Soundly snoring with his pillow in between his legs. Ooops... well just a tiny revelation. Sshhhhhh......... I am just guessing as we are miles away. I hope he can read this blog although I know he will not find any interest clicking to my blogsite.

Its 12:18 in the morning and the rain just started to pour again. A good time to sleep. Yet I can't. I really don't feel resting.