Estoy triste.

I'm sad. Maybe because my best buddy has been bitched by his textmate/chatmate. Maybe because of the sad songs I'm listening to right now. Maybe because of the irritatingly slow pace of my life. Or maybe it's just me. I'm destined to be sad. To absorb all the melancholy billowing and wafting in all the corners and abyss of the earth.

Some people just don't know the meaning of hurt. They keep on doing things carelessly. Unconsciously. They allow a person to be a part of their selves. Letting that person believe that he is welcome, and that he might be a permanent resident of their hearts. But no, everything is just a lie. Everything was just a whimsical concoction of deception and torture.

What is it I'm getting at? That man is vulnerable to these slight advances of other people. Man tolerates these minor tests at his ability to cope and to pretend. After all, Man is still Man. He is not God. He fails. He sins. He hurts. And he is prone to be hurt.

I'm sad. And to a certain extent -- hurt.