abstract post. i think.
somehow when i work and work and work, and i get nowhere, the temptation is to just throw my hands and give up, and rely on my parents for everything. too long, too accustomed. right now, there's nothing my parents can give me, if i don't work for it. then i look back on what i want, and i start getting motivated to get it, and then i fall again. and then i start thinking, 'what's the point?' and the whole cycle starts again. somehow i think that's actually life in all its reality, after subtracting all the laughter and smiles.
i'm becoming too accustomed to failure.
fulfilment is nothing if you don't have results.
and i hate it how people poke their noses into business where it doesn't belong, turning their heads left and right like it'll make them see the situation better when it really makes things worse. if you can't fix it, usually the best thing is to just leave it, so why are you making it worse for others?
some things are better left unsaid.
angsty and jumbled. i need a chocolate cake and mango juice and yellow balloons.
if only i don't bend and break
i'll meet you on the other side.
