Once upon a time,there was a rebel living inside of me.
Once upon a time,I was on the winning end of every fight.
Once upon a time,there was a strong person named ME.
ME exists no more.
Here I am wiping my tears,and trying to wake up the dead.
But the teenager has long begone.
The fighter has lost and dropped her arms.
I just hate the new me.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
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On January, 28, 2006 8:06 PM , salam
said:
you're probably right kinzi..thanks for reassuring me.I wait passionately for that day when I get back to being the trong headed person I was.Hope it comes soon!
On March, 17, 2006 9:15 AM , prof nk
said:
I always thought so, we were better when we were younger, honest , spontaneous, fearless, stoodfast for our principles,now it is the yielding us, we never thought how hard daily life can be, yet we are where we wanted to be, so we maintained our perseverance, it was not easy..we made it, we deserve all the respect and admiration.
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Salam, Salam, your teenager will be back! You are that frenetic stage of life when it is hard to nurture your own soul because you are responsible for SO many other things and people.
A feisty teenager is selfish to the core, mish? By giving of yourself so sacrificially now, her energy will be reborn, but this time with OTHER centered wisdom attached to the fire. Then watch out world!
Maybe it is time to take an evening off, check into a hotel with a good book and hot bath. Or at least consecrate one half hour of doing something for yourself that you normally don't make time for.