i've taken to reading strangers' blogs.
maybe pain is all the same?
dark and heavy writing is
cathartic like emo music.
in reality, nobody gets to dunk
their emotional baggages onto one
another like that.
in some morbid way
its good to know you're not the only
one incapable of being
a fully-functioning member
of the 20-something female population.
sometimes i suspect that education
killed us of all of our
emotional instincts so much so
that our judgements base too much
on the cold, hard logical reasonings
that life was never meant to be.
the truth is,
its supposed to be spontaneous,
in the spur of the moment;
it never gives allowances for rationalising.
funny how
we'd better off figuring out strangers'
lives/imagining some sort of non-existent
emotional connection,
than ever fully coming to terms
with this with the real people in our real lives.
5:22 PM