after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
When the occasion like this comes once in a while, I try to cope with it by isolation and ambiguity…
I’m so bad… Lol
I don’t understand why I just visited this old, pathetic, past temperament of mine. The reason that I changed it the first time was to be better than this. In this temperament, it just makes me indecisive, insensitive, and more importantly pathetic. I don’t really know why I keep doing this to myself…
If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.
After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
I fucking hate this thing
some of them i hadn’t even seen before
I don’t know why, but I just don’t know how to handle these kind of thoughts? Emotions?
It’s just that the logic of society’s conformity can be unfathomable sometimes, like how can you call this abomination logic?!
However, logic is a reasoning based upon the principles of validity. I guess it’s not really considered “logic” if the notion itself is absurd.
But the only solution I seem to have at the moment, is isolation.
After being dependent on being independent that it seems difficult to integrate myself back to be able to depend on others completely rather than my own self. I’m just afraid that letting myself be too “vulnerable” to others might lose the sensation of having one’s own self control.
Even with all this dilemma in mind, things must go on unfortunately…