Do you believe in a noble lie?

Sigh. Am still coming to terms with it. Struggling, grappling with the truth.

The more i read the Leviathan, the more i think of myself as a hobbsian and/or a realist.

I truly feel that Man is innately selfish. ..and i condone an authoritarian ( not tyrannical) form of rule..

The last weekend with the boy was one of the best ever; hardly marred by any conflicts at all. I'm in love with koi bubble tea.
{ 9:52 AM }

Like poles repel.

Nasty, brutish and short...a war of all against all..?

Today was certainly unusual. I have not felt this tortured for a really long time. Walking the same path, haunted by the same memories. Ah. I rmb. Gg on like this repetetively for months. fucking torture. Somehow, i slid back.
{ 10:16 AM }

So was this why my right eye kept twitching for the past few days?
{ 10:08 PM }

This is what it is. I see your evil grin. Triumph. I know you've been waiting. You know that i'll come back to you eventually.
{ 9:34 AM }

2nd day of sch and i'm stressed stressed stressed! NOT ENOUGH TIME.
{ 9:29 AM }

Today hands out another irritable reminder " to act wisely in our dealings with others , we must not entertain any illusions about human goodness" - Machiavelli

Rawr.

I humbly confess that i do not know what love is. But with each day, i find out what love is not. Love is not about compatibility. Its nothing about that.

the first day of sch was tiring. knocked out when i reached home. I cant stand the open flirtation.

I really look at you bunch with contempt.
{ 10:35 AM }

I've been meaning to blog about something but i shall leave tt to next time. my mind too scattered- unfortunately ill equipped to craft my thoughts into words.

Spaced out. thats what i feel like. I hang my head in the cone of shame because i'm too afraid to do things that i want to do.

" What are you sad for" asked the mother. " you're not even working yet"

That left me speachless. I made me feel ashamed because its true i guess. The shit i was feeling definately does not come close to the shit she has felt in the decades the has spent on this shit place.
{ 11:55 AM }

I'm in a moral pickle!

I dont get it. i just dont get it. I dont understand how. or why. There must be some sort of logical error somehow. SOMEWHERE.
{ 3:07 AM }

I'm ashamed to admit that somewhere down the line..i lost myself. I no longer the temerity of a teenager to say whats really on my mind. That sucks.

And if one's wondering where i've run a-missin to, the answer is home. I don't feel the need to go out and socialise for the sake of satisfyin the naturale desire to. I'd much rather sip on chai and focus on words off the pages of a book rather than somebody's features. I'm not saying Fuck Off to the world, i'm just minimizing my social circle. for the moment. somehow.

Dearest hana has disappeared. i miss her so!

Its the last week of my hols and instead of running around and ' making the best out of whatever time i have left' i'm spending it at home. I hardly see it as a form of 'waste'. I hate it. I hate how people think that just because you're spending time with yourself, u're wasting time. I like taking things slow (most things. but some things, just cannot be taken..slowly. If u get my meaning). I think thats why i walk so slowly. I constantly have to tell people to walk slower cos i cant keep up. especially tall people. But The Boy is differeny. He walks very fast. It puzzles me. sometimes. Sometimes i'd be trailing behind and i be tryna figure out how he's able to walk to fast.

met up with willy on saturday. He has grown himself a bit of a paunch it seems. fatty. I didnt expect to walk away with a heavy heart. All that problem talkin got me pretty depressed myself. Funny how he only tells me his problems now that we're not together anymore.

oh. i miss tali as well.

my baby's got a temper and i dont like it.
{ 12:41 PM }

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