Stupidity at its finest

People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out. I’m tired of being the person that I am: accommodating to the point of always accepting and always giving in when I am perfectly aware that I must not be. I’m tired of having to feel aches which gets deeper and deeper every time that instance repeats itself or something near that. Am I just being kind or am I being stupid already?

My head’s banging every time you do that. My eyes are tired of losing a considerable amount of fluid that I just want to close them and sleep away everything, hoping that when I wake up, everything’s okay and in place.

Gel to the O

I saw you. You’re just a little to three meters from where I was. But I looked away just in time for you not to see me looking. My reflexes moved; I walked away, with a racing heart. You looked back. My peripheral vision told me so.

Why, of all people, was it you whom I saw? Why did you look back?

Summer’s like months ago, but seeing you again? What ifs clouded my mind for who knows how many times. So long sweet summer.

So Long Sweet Summer by Dashboard Confessional

Second Thoughts on Happiness

The happenings around me hit me into pieces making happiness a foreign thing to my system. It's as if even my body's phagocytes are coming out of my physical body with a signboard on, reading "RAWRR, BACK OFF!", ready to engulf the happiness that's supposed to be coming my way.

These days, happiness is something I learned to doubt about.

At a little charms store in Chinatown.