at times, when im practically unavailable for rational discussion and general venting, i found gloomy random thoughts of unsatisfaction crowding in on me which then later woke me up looking haggard and panicky. sometimes the emotions came fast and cheap; then just as quickly it dissipated. i guess we, human grew increasingly afraid that things you most hope for doesnt actually exist yet those are the things that are pretty much responsible for the tiny bit of normalcy in our lives. i too think that there are people in your life you need; but stubbornly refuse to love; avoiding the urge to being stupidly frolic in it. but in certain cases, need equals to love. you always admire what you really don't understand; especially those you trust implicitly. in the end you must have something to live for, or even just a possibility of something because some of us are sadomasochistic, some of us thrive on having our minds messed with.



enough about that.



irrationally affected by punk rock music, i acted my heart out yet again in hope to aggresively land in the mosh pit.i just booked a thirteen hours journey flight ticket. love the rush!