humans make me exhausted.
sometimes i feel like
i'm so close to the edge
that i just wanna run
break away all my connections
be a hermit
be a drifter.

it's what i'm comfortable in.
it's who i am after all.

update : it makes me ugly having such thoughts. fml 

it's coming closer to the end of the semester.
there were some disappointment, some unexpected news,
well I'll wait for them to unravel themselves next semester.
thinking back, I am happy that this semester has seen me
celebrating birthday in the weirdest of fashion
and actually doing a costume for halloween.

I felt more involved in people's lives than I did in year 1
but i have to say I feel my ability to trust/open up gets
narrower each day. Perhaps it's because I'm more easily
frustrated. But either way, I can't believe the changes
and how much time have passed.

kaykay, back to books I drown myself into.
"cause baby, that's some type of love"

Constance is but a hypocrisy

There will come a point in life,
where you stand on a crossroad,
between two path you will choose
in which you realize,
that the choice you make does not matter.

Your self, you desperately hold to
are not of your own
you believe you forge your road
your skin you hid carefully
yet fear grip you as you walk

You don't understand child.
You don't have the directions
You don't have a compass
You don't have the map

You don't understand
You are nothing more than
a constellation of past "choices"
mixed together.
Your will bend like puppet strings

You are nothing but a force moving
and staying constant is nothing but
hypocrisy