I’m amazed by life cruelty. By human being’s misdeed. By the confusion the life caused me. By the person I’ve become for the way life treated me.
Where the fuck I’ve been these last 19 years?
What the hell was I doing?
Who was I?
Who am I?
What is this all about?
It’s either I have really great parents or I’ve always been awfully naïve. But no, my family isn’t the greatest when I even hate one of them so much back then.
I don’t understand. I can’t understand a single bit of it. I don’t want to, ever.
I wonder how the search engine in WordPress works, because I’ve been paying attention to how funny (in a cute way) the words or phrases that people searched in my blog.
Was this system making a fool of me?
Because it’d be too touching if people were really care and interested therefrom I think I owe them an ‘awww’ or gratitude words.
You know, not even I think that any of these craps can be put to good use for anyone.
It feels really blissful to actually know people who you already be acquainted with for quite a long time.
Like finding out that even the dirtiest mouth holds the most tender heart.
Or discover that even the most calm and kindest people can be really sly.
It does feels really blissful, not because you know them when it is obvious, but because they themselves chose to show their true self to you. And to be trusted, is always a great honor. It’s always too lovely to be someone’s good friend moreover when they called you ‘anjing’ or ‘bangsat’ but in sharing their biggest secret you know none of them will hesitate. :’)
“What if there’s nothing more to me?
I’m just skin and bones, there’s no mystery
What if there’s nothing more to us?
We’re just carbon-based, we’re just pixie dust”
— Motion City Soundtrack’s Skin and Bones
Do all kinds of NZT have the same side effects? Like headache, queasy feeling, abnormal heart rates.
Maybe they do, or maybe I imported too many nicotine into my bloodstream last night.
Forgive me for offending you in the post earlier, my dear laptop. You contribute too. Though actually.. it was the drafts. And my past self. And WordPress. And my life problems.
Oh I need to shut up. Happy people are such an annoyance, yes?