you know that feeling when you watch experimental movies like gus van sant's Last days; its deliberately pointless, but its not entirely plotless. you decide to stop predicting the plots, and just sit back till it ends, knowing theres a death scene at the end that you're curious about (in this case, the imitation of kurt cobain's death).


a lot of things are no longer understandable to me these days. maybe ive lost focus along the way, maybe i got tired trying to make sense of it all. i am my own source of strength in this world that is unjust and untrusting. what must happen, would happen - but i do know this; whatever it is that ive done, i beamed with pride.


sad story to have yet found the kind of person i always wanted to be. Honest. Singular. Solitary. Flaunt his/her intellectual dorkiness, and wear it proudly. keep finding one of those that looks like cappuccino but clearly is nescafe with foam on top.