Present lemons

Do I make lemonade out of them?

Lemons rot over time.

To KP: You might put all the pressure on me and treat me more like a dog than a human being, but in time you will have your comeuppance. It will not come from me. But I believe what goes around comes around. I will just take refuge in the fact that I will get out of this hellhole soon. I will endure and be a silent fighter. In time, I will just surprise you with my calm words. I await for that day. You will be glad to get rid of me, but it will be short-lived. I will be glad to leave and it will be long-lived. I achieve and will achieve a greater peace than you. For greed will never give a person any form of peace.

To V&J: You might not like me. You might have initially judged me, cast stones at me without knowing who I really am. It pains me to have you think of me that way, but what can I do? Like people who love me ask, "does it really matter?" Well, I just thought what a waste of possible deeper friendship. It doesn't have to be the way it is today. I do not go where I am not wanted. You don't need to speak any word. I can feel it. It is sad we have to play pretense when we meet. I'd rather be genuine. I want to be genuinely friendly towards you, yet I do see you're not. So rather than pretend that it is all good, I'd rather stay away. I pray some day, God will give us the chance to start anew again. If not, then I guess that is life.

To PG: It is hard to stop myself from writing to you but I can and I will. 2 weeks have passed. It will be the third soon. I keep thinking what to finally write to you when I write you the Goodbye Letter. I've thought of keeping it cold and short but then thought of explanations that lead to involved and long. Which is better? I end up summarizing that I'd rather not write to you at all. You will understand. And like the mass today, FAITH. Faith that things will turn out ok. Faith that you will understand. Faith that God will find a way to make things right. Faith that God will lead you and me to where we are supposed to go and the fate of our friendship. My not writing to you means I'm letting you truly go. Be free. Be totally free of me. Forget me.

In as much as the lemons make my life sour, there's more sweetness from the people who truly care. I am very grateful for that.