Friday, November 19, 2010

browsing online portals of the countless miserable souls, brings about a realization. how much of us are made up of borrowed words, carefully constructed criticism?

cos somehow, it seems that everyone is on and about, whining about some immaterial affliction. yet we're so quick to point fingers and feign ignorance. we blame it on being human. oh how we love the drama and thrive on self-indulgence.

but what bugs me the most, is that... i'm just one among the many. so why, i wonder.


and it was night again -2:05 AM-

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