People say, carry on.
But they don't give the details.
The torments,
Trials,
Tribulations,
Doubts,
the Frustrations,
Violence,
Turbulence,
Fears
Confessions
Anguish
and Pain.

They made it sound so easy, short lived.
Liars.

So I thought I could indulge and face the light consequences.
After all, how heavy can light get.
But I got crushed, by this lightness.
Heart first, followed by all that was left.

You know the word.
Repair.
Renew. or whatever salutation fits.
I carried on.

Then somehow or rather,
I forsake the memories of how my world collapsed.
And I
repeat.
No, not renounce,
repeat.
Please, I beseech you,
laugh.
Gloat at my retardedness.
So maybe, just maybe, I'll reclaim my intelligence as my property,
and clutch it tightly this time,
so it wouldn't get blown by the wind.
Note wind. Not storm.
That's how easily I sway.



I really can't stand your utilitarian dialectic convictions


I had chem today from 1130 to 5. & my teacher actually wanted us to stay back for the night study to consult here.
Siaoz already I must be, if I were to.
Chem from 1130 to 2100 it would be.
I'll dream of myself deserted on a delocalised electron of a benzene ring (again).
OMGZXZ





I don't want to,
do this any longer.
I don't want you.