Thursday, August 26, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sweet success
Sometimes, there are times when it feels like I want to blow up this place and leave it to burn. It’ll be like walking away after an explosion with a smug-done-this-a-million-times face. Then laughing like evil cartoons when the smell of dust and ashes reached my lungs. The echoing sound of ambulance and police sirens racing through the highway. Combined with the cracking of thunders and lightning in the sky as heavy droplets of rain came to join me and my sweet success. I walk with my smug expression still plastered on my face until I reach at the end of the road. I spread my white wings and… fall.
Reality came back at you.
You can’t do all those.
While you’re busy trying to make yourself look nice and good, even though your heart feels like telling her just go-the-fuck-away-and-do-it-yourself, you wished you could say that earlier. But you just can’t. Because its life. This is life. People judge you in so many ways you can’t even possibly imagine sometimes. So, the only possible solution is to let out all these madness to someone else, talking (badmouthed) behind that person’s back. And that at least, makes you feel so much better.
But in fact, it does not.
Reality came back at you.
You can’t do all those.
While you’re busy trying to make yourself look nice and good, even though your heart feels like telling her just go-the-fuck-away-and-do-it-yourself, you wished you could say that earlier. But you just can’t. Because its life. This is life. People judge you in so many ways you can’t even possibly imagine sometimes. So, the only possible solution is to let out all these madness to someone else, talking (badmouthed) behind that person’s back. And that at least, makes you feel so much better.
But in fact, it does not.
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