By all means, call him an idiot. But that’s the prerogative of youth. That’s the point of youth, some might argue. He’s SUPPOSED to be an idiot. And last I checked, that’s not an offense you can arrest someone for (because if we arrested the idiots, who would be running the country?).
Christ, when did I wake up in 1984?
So my theory is if you wanna find out what your boyfriend is really like, you’ll only know when you dump him.
If he accidentally hits you in the back of the head with a surfboard and then doesn’t apologise, you can kinda figure he’s not really for you, maybe.
Alhamdulillah, all the blessings showered on me are so full of His love.
Jason
The only thing worse than having an equals sign drawn between you and another is being weighed, measured, and found wanting.
I hate these feelings.
Especially when there’s nothing you can do.
Like I’ve said before, it’s always always always too damn late.
Fucking tired of this shit.
Noah And The Whale, All Through The Night
It’s funny how some things are the same for everybody. (Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted.)
I remember your smile in the mornings, tiger yawns and rescuing hugs. But the sunrises gave way to sunsets (and a sunset could never, ever save me).
Mostly, I remember a tiny bed in a cramped room and someone singing to me, telling me he’d follow me into the dark. Still one of the most perfect moments I’ve ever lived.
| Me: | I'll settle that thing when I get back from Bali. |
| Sujesh: | Whatever. |
| Me: | Hey fuck you lah! |
| Sujesh: | Not nice when someone says it to you, huh? |
I’ve been in the foulest mood for the last 24 hours.
I hate this feeling. I hate it so much.
Why do I even have to be.
When I get like this, I really do wish for a mental ceasefire, I want the synapses to stop. I’m trapped in my own head with these wretched damned emotions and there’s no way to get away.
Like this better I sleep.
WR my goodest Singaporean friend
It’s really sad, in so many ways. Because you careen between focusing on the flaws and missing the good (and there is so much good).
I suppose that’s just self-preservation.
I know we’re cool.
But there’s good, I promise. So much of it. But since we see the worst in each other so often, it’s better this way.
