29.10.09
the irony that is "difficultly simple"
life... well.. MY life is an ongoing oxymoron. a series of ironic randomness that make up my every days. easy is never the adjective to describe me (yeah... in ALL aspects wink wink). i'd like to say, being a little complicated has its perks, gives you the license to reinvent yourself. but most of the time, its just... hmmm complicated.
my love affair with difficulty is just as dragging as my relationship with commitment phobia... stupid as it sounds. i do not know how it is to be simple. everything is abstract and never concrete. maybe that explains why i hate math and logic.
my family quit deciphering, the boylet always expects the unexpected... maybe loving does not always mean understanding, its more of accepting who you are, and who you're not.
so now... in all the imperfections i have packed through the years... stress-smoking, career confusion, chronic neurosis, hormonal imbalance, over-thinking, a string of hopeless relationships... commitment phobia...
i hope i get to know what i'd want to be when i grow up...
my love affair with difficulty is just as dragging as my relationship with commitment phobia... stupid as it sounds. i do not know how it is to be simple. everything is abstract and never concrete. maybe that explains why i hate math and logic.
my family quit deciphering, the boylet always expects the unexpected... maybe loving does not always mean understanding, its more of accepting who you are, and who you're not.
so now... in all the imperfections i have packed through the years... stress-smoking, career confusion, chronic neurosis, hormonal imbalance, over-thinking, a string of hopeless relationships... commitment phobia...
i hope i get to know what i'd want to be when i grow up...
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