Who are you?

It hurts more when you move it.

It hurts more when you touch it.
It hurts more when you disturb it.
It hurts more when you try to fix it.

Leave it alone.

It'll work out by itself.

Bleed it out. Till there's nothing left to bleed.

Looks like you're not done yet.

Addicted to the trance. Addicted to the drag.

Addictions.

It's safe to say that as of late my life's been different up to the point where I feel like a complete stranger even to myself. I'm not who I wanted to be half a year ago, I'm not who I saw myself to be in the past, I did not expect to be spending my Christmas alone, or, so it seems at the moment. I did not expect to see myself doing... Well, you get the point.


True Addiction.

You're always at a melodramatic state where the past is always better than the present, however, at most situations, especially during drastic changes, you'd much rather stay in the present, knowing that in the past, you'll have to go through the same things, however, when there's nothing to fear in the past, why do you resent going back?

Tell me why. It is my life.

Tell me why. It's a lie.

Tell me why. I lie.

Tell lie.

And THEY called you Crazy.

To know that every 12 seconds someone dies of a certain disease, at first you'd think "oh, that's a horrible thing! We should pay more attention to humanity,", 12 seconds later, you sit down with legs planted on the table which serves as a leg rest - you've completely disregarded the fact that you just let someone die today.

But that's not why you're crazy.

You tell the world "You gotta save the electricity to save the world,", yet the people actually attempting to do such a movement hold a worldwide concert that obviously burns more electricity than you can in a week.

But that's not why they're crazy.

You try to be understanding of the people who act bitterly towards others, and tell them they're to be more understanding. Yet the moment you are a victim, you are ready to kill whoever victimized you.

But that's not why you're crazy.

You tell other people off, telling them about their wrongs and imperfections when you yourself are no different. You constantly ramble about the fact that you're not to sin because of some greater being when you yourself are just as human as everyone else.

That's why you're crazy.

I guess my point here is that we're all imperfect, telling everyone else to be what you're not you yourself is baseless argument.

[SICK]

I'm sicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksicksick.

Literally having your heart handed over to you, rent.

Mutilated.

And shat on in the middle of the cold, wet, tar road.

You know, I've only had this feeling once or twice in my time, and both times were from the same source, and now, its really no exception.

It's sickening. I hate this.

Nauseous, violent, rage-blind, aggressive, provoked.

Caught in the middle of a rhapsody.

Yes, the title of the last post and this post is Queen themed, bite me.

I guess the lot of you (bots from other countries who just spam their ads here.) have been waiting for me to post (;____;), and I do not disappoint, my friends, for I know. WILL. POST.

(clicks 'publish post',)

Seriously now ;

How long has it been since I actually wrote something in this blog? Well, besides the one this morning, the other post was a day before I applied for work, so as soon as that started, I was thrown into a whirlwind of basic work - simple, tiring, but fun to do if you make the best of it (Heck, I dance and sing while ironing my clothes, aren't I badass?), and I'm probably the only guy in my workplace that speaks advanced english, so all the foreigners = my job. :D

I mean, funny things can happen in the workplace :

'So, theres a discount on this thing?'

'yes.'

'yes?'

'yes.'

'yes?'

'Yes.'

'yes?'

'YES.'

'...'

'...'

'Oh, right... yes?'

lahkldfhalsfshfas xD

Although there are times where I hate the songs being played in the store itself (e.g. Big Girls Dont Cry, Ghetto Girl, The Climb... LOL WUT.) and some partially not because I hate the song itself but rather the past I share with it, but the bright side to it is that it gets me used to being in an environment where I'm constantly reminded of horrible things, and eventually, at the 2nd or 3rd day of endless reruns, I got used to being in that situation, and it was a real learning experience.

And hey, some songs are nice, I mean, after awhile, Kevin Rudolf songs get to you. And I've always loved Lil' Wayne for all that is creditted, he's the only black guys who turned from R&B to Rock, or something along those lines so he quotes.

Aside from that, working keeps me away from the need to think too much to eat my time, sometimes its just a matter of choosing your favourite lie, and as for me, I just choose to avoid whatever question I'm sticking into my head right now, be it on any issue such as relationships to social lives to 'hey, what the fuck am I supposed to be doing now?' kind of questions. At some point,it feels better to just lay my mind off of things for a change...

Knowledge is a double edged blade,
It can cut both ways.

Sometimes, Ignorance is bliss.

Sometimes.

He deserves no sympathy.

So yes, my blog is dead due to me being in the workplace, I can't be bothered to update at night, probably cause I'm already so damned tired.

A
N
Y
WHO.

Im guessing everything I could update within tonight, I'll try, lol, till then.

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...

Is there anybody out there?