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Friday, October 29, 2010
I believe

I have the potential to become a rather remarkable sociopath.





Tortured Genius

Not every good thing in the world will be appreciated.

Living by these words can free you from so much pain that the feelings of injustice and loneliness, that you will get ever so often, can bring.





Wallflower

Every day is like taking a lesson in socializing.
And the results vary from day to day.

We are seriously on different frequencies.
At 2 ends of the spectrum.

How do we coexist in the same environment, at close proximity, for prolonged periods?

It never used to matter.
So why does it now?




Sunday, October 24, 2010
Reflections: Back to Life, Week 1

What do you listen for in a song?

Melody?
Lyrics?
Instruments?
Effects?
Chords?
Individual notes?
Rhythm?
A meaning?

What are you looking for?

I think I've lost my ability to socialise along the way.......
It didn't use to require so much effort.
Do I need therapy?
No, I can't possibly afford that.
I try. They do too.
But somehow it still doesn't work.
Is this just a phase?

What on earth is the meaning to my life????

I enjoy some parts of it, but they're not really enough to make up for the rest of it I don't really like......
I used to think that things would work out on their own, and I would be like everyone else.
Taking things for granted...
But reality has proved otherwise, and will continue to...

Oh god, I can barely stand life these days.




Monday, October 18, 2010
Back to Life, Day 1

Nothing spectacular to look forward to.
Except for 10 weeks of boring school surrounded by strangers.
No, not a complain. Merely an observation.

Guess I'll get caught in the monotonous tide in a couple of weeks.
But right now, I still stubbornly standing in this same old spot, where I've spent the past 5 weeks of sheer relaxfest.
How I'd hate to leave!
How I'll miss it!

I can sober up when the time comes for me to toil for those As.
For now, I'll just try to soak in the cold dregs of vacation tea I'd been happily sipping for the past 5 weeks.

Look at their tired, lifeless eyes. That's what I'm gonna become.



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