Page 229: Ha!

Isn’t it funny how some people think that they had triggered lotsa things that you did? Like they’re the center of your universe?

Ha-ha-ha.

Page 228: Escapist

The hardest part of knowing that you’re unable to get what (or whom) you want is to let it go. Try to understand that it’s not entirely your fault. Try to avoid condescension.

I realized it’s easier to be an escapist, sometimes. Create your own realm. Inoculate your mind with dreams, hopes, and sweetness that you can imagine. Play god once in a while.

Occasionally.

But the hardest part to be an escapist is when you have to accept the fact that you’re actually a liar who lies to yourself; pathetic, because you know the truth after all, you constantly reminded by your logic that your dreams are obsolete, perforated and useless.

I think my logic just told me the same thing. 

Lately.

Ah well.

Page 227: Sometimes... (Part 23)

Despite the fact that bitter and cruel people somehow “amaze” me with their demeanors or the way they see things, knowing how some people still manage themselves to stay positive facing shits in their lives amaze me even more.  Seriously, I think it’s way harder to be a person who tries to always hold on that silver lining, hold it tightly. Because sometimes, some people just make you want to grab a scissors and shove it up their arses. 

Page 226: Sugar

You’re nothing but a sugar that stayed in my tongue for a while before I swallowed it; I still can remember the sweetness of it, although nothing is left to consume, eventually. Nothing.

This is my kind of art of letting go.

Page 225: Sing it Joplin!

I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!

Take it!

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.

Oh, oh, break it!

Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,

Oh, oh, have a!

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby!