PERHAPS HOME

I'm so upset by the lack of ability to turn many things around, and it bore down on me like a pile-driver on an egg. It's always about paying, earning, spending, saving. Its so sad that life revolves only around cold hard cash that people lose and blind themselves so thoroughly, only to eat up their own passion and miss all their growing up.

It's tiring to keep up, and the robust facade is slowly cracking up.

My pity is so plush, that I'm beginning to feel rich welling in sadness.

HADN'T

So much had happened in the last couple days that saw nothing short of drama after drama, episode after episode, a big bunch of stubborn people, ignorant fools, dumb decisions, fake benevolence, and totally incomprehensible storylines.

But after all, this is real life.

I'm very burdened by the constant on-the-moves, and its wearing me out too much to have any more effect. I spoke to unmoving people, and gradually just grew too tired to go on talking. Thankfully, of course, there are spurts of stupidity that cracks up the scenario like some unplanned choreography. Sweet, in the bitterness.

Whatever that has happened so far, I've come to learn some important lessons, that although I know I did, I just cannot remember at the moment.

Anyway, I'm just too tired to do anything else. Gonna retire for now. More tomorrow.