Forgive me for I have sinned?

What’s up?

It’s hard to contain these thoughts that for some reason will never be expressed through facebook statuses nor does for twitter tweets, which is actually pathetic come to think of the past times I did that. I am just so afraid, and this fear is something I am yet to understand and is still one of the mysteries that these days have been offering me.

I am not just bored.

How could you be so judgmental?

I am not in the mood to do friendly banters as of the moment, not in a good energy to even appreciate the beautiful things passing by around me and it’s all for the reason that I  am in this point in time where things are in a bloody-battle in my head. If you really know me, hence you should have been pre-informed that I do get to “rest myself” with the most quiet hiatus in deep and solemn thinking with nothing but random thoughts.

What about now?

We have lives. We have our own souls. I never will be bound to a world other than mine. If it is heartfelt sickening well forgive me~ but I am neither empathetic nor sympathetic in whatever sense. I need some time to figure out the rest of my life.

The rest of my life.

If you want specifics let me shoot you one. I am 22 years and 4 days old. I am not happy that a month has passed for this year and I am still not making any progress, I need to jump out of this childish world, this world of everyday déjà vuS of sickening proletarian lifestyle in a dog-eat-dog world of narcissist animals which I am guilty as charged.

Queries on queue.

I am just not in the zone of being naïve. I am tired. Hell tired. I have lots of things to dwell upon, and petty stuff such as a simple response is not so simple to me who apparently thinks stupid questions should always be left unanswered.

And you, what’s your problem?

Stop it. Your simple gestures to apparently lead malicious thoughts towards the very ironic target should have an end, stop it, your deliberate intent to falsify truth and undoubtedly prove lies is yet still too juvenile that it has to stop. I am indeed intrigued on how you carry on with your days with this theatrical show of your self- injected mystery that you think you orchestrate so cleverly like I DON’T KNOW YOU. Forgive me but it has to stop.

Back to the topic.

And yes, what should I do? You only think of yourself that it is you who is tired and worn off and dull and helpless, come on for crying out loud, you will never be in that position if I thought of you otherwise. DAMN.

Love is a grave mental disease. ~Plato