Monday, September 24, 2007
it's no point writting it out and deleting away. (and i'm just doing that right now). this is horrible. every line, every phrase, i rewrite, retype. just to make it "clean" and more positive. okay, i'm kinda ironic, cause the word 'horrible' isn't at all a "more positive" word.
maybe instead of writting and deleting them away, i'll just stare at it and think it through before i say anything that would rather be better off censored. like you should do too, cause the world would probably be a better place.
i like things to be perfect. an awesome class. friendly people. nice people. perfect family. perfect life. perfect relationships with people.
i come from a protected childhood and background. my adversity quotient is close to a null. throw me into a pit full of bugs and i'll probably struggle for survival and if someone doesn't bring a rope down, i'll just die in there.
this is what i've chosen and mama says i shouldn't pack my bag and leave like that to every other circumstances.
if things were perfect, i'll be happy enough even if i don't own a psp.
and no, i'm not a perfectionist. this is all just a dream and desire i yearn deeply for.
and so, the story continues...
no, i'm not bored. even if i am, i'll find things to do.
the root of all evil is not that far away from you.