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Now I give too many fucks

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); I used to believe, wholeheartedly I might add, that I really didn’t care what people thought of me. Caring was “selling out”, sellouts aren’t punk rock! I raged against a system I couldn’t name. I rebelled with a cause, I just wasn’t too sure what the cause actually was. Now, [...]


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 [...]

whatever i’m feeling is nothing new, right?

“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 [...]

in the cards

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.

fuck all, carry on

remember the sun will rise in the morning and everything will be great again. right?

they stop and stare with their eyes

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 [...]

last one, i promise

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 [...]

cancelled impromptu coverline

wow. what a liar. no needs to sees my face ever agains. happeess liaos? byes~

friendship = friendshit

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 [...]

better an undesirable option than none

how is it that religious conflict ultimately spells the demise of a relationship but the same-sex problem isn’t a problem at all?