I often hear the world cry more more more. And we make more, more of everything and then the world is so full of things that it would fall infinitely in the universe, shifting away from Our Sun and towards another and another and another and another...it goes infinitely. As it falls, our humanity seeps away with each passing sun too. Fuck this world.
Hearing an actual voice and reading an actual sentence that described me as something I did not want the world to perceive me as is very hurtful. Call me sensitive you may because I admit I am. I tried to carry a shining armor of confidence but it's useless. It's a freaking paper-mache shield! It turns soggy when splashed with water, burns to ashes when set on fire. Well, I'm the source of all my problems. Nobody's to blame.
Why didn't anyone try to see it from the Evil Queen's point of view? Maybe she's been ugly for a very long time that when she became beautiful, she vowed to stay that way for a very long time too. Stubborn people either make the world a better place or ruin it. These are fragments of my thoughts.
Le sigh, today is just a shitty day. A night's sleep will end it. Hopefully.
Happier thoughts: A warm bowl of porridge for breakfast, filled with mother's love. A kiss from your loved one. A bowl of your favorite cereals for dinner. A sky full of stars. Partying so hard you'd get high sans alcohol. Killer roller coaster rides. Sneaking out of the house to go out with friends and not get caught. Spontaneously going to the beach and shout. The moment you reach the top of a hill to catch the sunrise. Completing a marathon and being the first 10 runner. Biting off bits of chocolate in small increments from a bar while reading. Hot chocolate when it rains!
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