Dear Veronica Count Me In

I was in Bean Joe’s pre-studying for the second sem’s tests; also de-stressing from a long tiring day
I had been hunting for jobs from many sorts of places and people, jobs that I know would help me in paying of our debts and earn a living.
I searched high and low, desperately asked them to take me in, even if I would get a lower salary.
But nobody gave a trace of pity or sympathy
So unfortunately, I ended up being unsuccessful and completely burned out.

Burying my face in my clasped hands,
I lamented upon the unfairness of life

How you give your very best in everything you do, wanting it all to be flawless and without any mistake
But every vain effort gets wasted; the blood, sweat, and tears you’ve shed haven’t met the world’s expectations
Life is unfair

How you try hard to find happiness and be free of any worries or anxieties; however in this harsh environment, Reality will strip you away from your dreams
And educate you that those kinds of joy are only temporary and will be gone,
Taken away and replaced with an unending cycle of sorrow, before you know of it.
Life is difficult

It wasn’t enough and it will never be…
Life still demands more and more from you
It loads you more of difficult and heavy problems, where the weight you can’t take any longer and it brings you down, pleading on your knees for it to stop
Yet, it is stubbornly ignorant, not even considering that you’re near to collapse and resumes being merciless and forbidding
Life is cruel


Such thoughts ran over my mind, when the radio played a song with the most familiar of voices…
My ship went down
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone I had everything

A handful of moments I wished I could change
But it’s unlike a nightmare that cut like a blade
In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane

A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away-
If I guessed right, this would be Alex singing right now, and I’m pretty sure about it
But the man who was spoke his inner emotions out through the music was entirely different from the Alex I have known
Or have I known him too well?

Give me therapy
I’m a walking travesty
But I’m smiling at everything

Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You could keep all your misery-



The song went on and I’d have to admit
I was never touched by a song that hauntingly beautiful, that it brought me to tears
It summed up every single feeling that I was hiding deep down inside.

Then, I realized that I still had something worth fighting for, a reason for me to stay
I wanted a life far better than this,
A life where my dreams would become the reality I’ve always visualize
A future promising of good things in store, especially eternal yet long-lasting happiness
If I wanted that truly much,
I will struggle to attain that life I deserve
Hoping, that I won’t turn out to be like mom…
That I vow to myself.
It looks like I owe Alex Gaskarth.

“Hey Gerard, do you know the title of this song?” I tentatively asked him
“Oh, that was Therapy by All Time Low. It was a massive hit during 2011.And in my own opinion, it’s probably one of their bests”
“As they said, we’re all walking travesties” he answered

Afterwards I replied to Gerard,
“Uhuh, we’re walking travesties that need a whole a lot of therapy”

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