Morning, world.
Funny.
Feeling very deep and philosophical.
Spiritual too, dare I say?
(X

Silver mentioned in her blog 2 days ago
something about Unhealthy Friendships
and that not all friendships are forever.
I couldn't agree with her more...

"a lot of people equate "aloneness" with "rejection", meaning that aloneness is the result of rejection. So to avoid being alone, one must avoid getting rejected, which leads all sorts of people to do all sorts of weird and crazy things to fit in..

Why can't people just be themselves?
Stop all these pretending at once,
you're fooling yourselves.
Yes. You. FOol.

"I think it's sad when people choose to judge, suppress and reject WHO THEY TRULY ARE for the sake of appearing "NORMAL". For the sake of going along with the societal conditionings and peer pressures..

-knock knock (your head with a hammer.)
Anybody home? Hello?!
Come out. Stop hiding, asshole.

"It takes a lot of guts to be able to stand up and say, "NO. This is ME. And if you don't agree with what I AM, it's okay, cuz' I've got every right to be WHO I AM, just the same as you. You're not forced to be with me, and neither me with you. Both you and I will just probably be better off elsewhere. Bye." ...

What have you got to lose
being yourselves?
Does it hurt?
Will you be put to death?
Will you lose your fingers
one by one?

I hope so.
That's the only excuse I'll accept.

Myz's current entry also got me thinking.
It was kind of the opposite of what Silver wrote I think
and it was written some time ago but.. yeh(:
She is so fucking right.
I wish I can go up to her
and give her a high-five and go,
"You are so fucking right."

But she's in Indonesia.....
So.. hahahha yeh.

"it hurts when people only know the exterior.
it hurts when you can't express your interior.
it hurts when people misinterpret what you feel.
just because they feel that your true interior
mismatch your exterior.

sometimes, what i appear to be, isn't what i am.
sometimes, what i feel isn't what i show.
my flesh is a hypocrite to my heart.

and many times, i try to talk it out
but there's no one there, there's no one.
and when there's someone,
it isn't someone who i can talk to.

there's no one i can talk to, because i can't.

my lips, my voicebox.. they decieve my brain.
and it hurts. it hurts so much in the chest.
and sometimes the chest moves up to the throat
and there, it'll hurt.

and i'm still alone..

everyone's busy chasing their dreams,
everyone's busy pleasing others.
everyone else has their own friends,
everyone else has their own commitments.
and my life now has become so mundane...

just tell me,
how many of us lived today better than yesterday?
i think everyone's living the same day everyday..
but everyone else is thinking otherwise.."

-sighh.
These kind of stuffs,
makes you use your brain.
And think.

But I can't think clearly now.
My bloody sister is blowing her recorder.
Like what iS iT WiTh HEr?
It's such a beautiful morning
and she's ruining it with that awful noise.
Why does she always have to do that.

Reading Silv's,
I'm thinking..
What about me?
I'm always talking about "the other".
But am I myself out there?
Or am I another pretender?

Reading Myz',
I'm thinking...
So what if I'm me?
Do other people even care?
They're going to come up with their own
assumption anyway.
Their own judgement.

Maybe the problem doesn't lie on me..
Maybe it lies on.. you?
To decipher how i really am.