Can anyone be as difficult as I am? Is there anyone out there as conflicting as I am? For the longest time I wanted to believe that I am just a simple person, a simple guy but I have always believed that even if I’m just simple I am never typical…

I grew up in the province; I grew up with a simple family. There’s food on our table more than 3 times a day, but it was not served in a silver platter. When I was a kid, I had more toys than a normal kid my age has. I attended a private school, had new stuffs whenever it’s the start of the school year, new bag, new uniforms, new shoes. I had birthday parties when I was growing up, was allowed to go on gimmicks during my high school. My folks are pretty cool, and my sisters… we fight, we bonded, we share stories, and we are a pretty tight family. My yester years are neither ordinary nor extravagant, neither restrained nor flamboyant.

I lived a simple life in the province, and so I thought I am simple… even though I tried to keep it that way, something always tells me that I am somehow different, and in one way or another I feel I don’t belong…

I can’t really say that currently I’m in my prime, probably yes and probably not… I have money in my wallet and I can buy stuffs for my self, I pay my won bills, and I make my own decisions.

I wanted to believe that I know me, that I can honestly say who I really am. I think I still do… but with the recent developments in my life, made me think that there is no way I am simple. I am not simple and but I am easy to get along with… I am not simple but I am not extravagant either.

A colleague once said that with the rate I’m going, and with the way I think, It’ll be hard for me to settle down, I’ll be very successful and I’ll be wealthy, I’ll have partners occasionally, but it wouldn’t last… somehow, in one way or another… she may have a point…

I have come to accept that it would be difficult for me to find that one person for me… waiting for that guy may last forever… I may spend my life alone, I may also be lucky to find him… only time can tell…

I may be seen as a tough and strong guy, I may be seen as cool and laid back… some may even thought I’ll be okay alone… but no matter how I try to deny and no matter how I hide it… I will always be a little boy waiting for that special someone to take my hand and would never let go…

Everybody has wings. Some probably don't know it, yet. Some do. They say that all people have only one wing, so they need other people to help them fly. None can fly without the other.

I know that I have them, too. I'm different from others, because I have a pair of them. Two wings. So, I don't need others to help me fly. They say I'm special. That I'm strong. Because I have two wings, I can fly on my own.

They don't know that one of them is broken.

One of my wings has been broken for a long time now. Was it when I was born, or when somebody harmed me? I can't tell... I failed to remember when or how it happened. But, here it is. It is truly mangled. It is unlike any ordinary injury. A part of it has already started to rot.

There's a part where the feathers have already fallen off. The bones are bared and can be seen.

It's nearly dead. But I was able to hide it with what's left of its feathers. Thankfully, they covered the broken part well. So no one could see it.

My feathers are black like the night. So they couldn't make out the dark blood flowing every now and then from my open wound. I'm glad that it's that color, because when people see it, they fear it and stand in awe and respect. They always fail to see beyond it.

When I try to fly, they stare at me in wonder. Because I can fly alone, unlike most of us who need to cling to another to reach greater heights. And they say I fly well. They didn't know that it almost kills me to even move my wings.

When I open my wings, the wound is reopened as well. The tendons break anew, and my blood flows. My bones get dislocated again, and I can feel them rubbing roughly against each other. I can see more feathers falling. Because of that, I have to fly around and show off a lot of maneuvers even if it's so painful. So that no one will notice the blood and the feathers falling.

The pain nearly paralyses me, but I know that I have to look as if I'm enjoying my flight. We all have to fly, so it's inevitable.

They leave me alone because they think I'm strong. They think my wings are perfect and beautiful. They think I'm indestructible.

Nobody knew that each day that passes by, each night I spent alone, I cry and scream in agony as I try to rest and cure my broken wing. I tried my best to mend it, but

it is futile. Its fate is sealed. Yet, even if it's like that, it's still a part of me. So no matter how much I want to get rid of it, I can't. It is my wing, after all.

The day will come when all of them will fly away to that place where we're all meant to be, with their companions. But by then, my wing will have died. And so I shall be left behind and shall walk alone in this world.

With my dead and broken wing.

I came across this one bulletin in another site with all these Zodiac Signs and thier descriptions... I am a taurian and I just love my description there.. hehehe! bested interest! :P

TAURUS
Aggressive.
Freak in bed.
Rare to find!
Loves being in long relationships.=)
Likes to give a good fight for what they want.
Extremely outgoing.
Sexy as ........
Very popular
Outstanding kisser.
Very funnyAwesome personality
Sexual as .........
Most caring person you will ever meet!
One of a kind.
Not one to ........ with.
Are the most sexiest people on earth!

Woohoo!!! way to go Taurians!