the past two months have been the textbook cliché rollercoaster of emotional ups and downs. i bid goodbye to a very precious, much loved part of my life and am trying to move on. at the same time, there was a MAS pitch going on at work, and (obviously, because shit must happen all at [...]
“As Ray Porter watches Mirabelle walk away he feels a loss. How is it possible, he thinks, to miss a woman whom he kept at a distance so that when she was gone he would not miss her. Only then does he realize that wanting part of her and not all of her had hurt [...]
went to a… future specialist today and he told me i was stubborn, overly-aggressive and followed my emotions blindly. he also in not so many words told me my life is fucked. i paid good money, dude, please tell me something i don’t know.
remember the sun will rise in the morning and everything will be great again. right?
JT in his all-seeing wisdom mentioned that people would judge me by virtue of y’know, me seeing him. us seeing each other. and all that jazz. i scoffed, but of course he’s right. and it isn’t a bad thing, mind you. it helps me sift through the masses, to figure out who is friend or [...]
there’s actually one special person to thank for my mind-numbing phobia of getting hurt. surprise surprise, it actually doesn’t stem from my ex-boyfriend (he left me with years of emotional baggage including but not limited to low self esteem, psychosis and irrational paranoia, but that’s another post entirely reserved for a particularly bad day). i [...]
wow. what a liar. no needs to sees my face ever agains. happeess liaos? byes~
yes, i understand that a friendship is not Give and Take balancing in perfect equilibrium. having said that, i expect (actually demand) that this deviation stay within a certain set of boundaries, which is, unfortunately enough, determined by whim and fancy. some people i’d forgive for crashing my car; some people i’d never speak to [...]
how is it that religious conflict ultimately spells the demise of a relationship but the same-sex problem isn’t a problem at all?
conflict, strife and misery equals a recipe for heart-stopping, tear-jerking, wrist-slitting drama; my life as i know it is a lovely double chocolate cake, accompanied with a glass of cold milk. absolutely delish.