Feeling a weird sense of dissonance now. I'm already shit for letting you take my Fridays and yet you are eating into my Saturday?
I'm in the conflicting zone now where I like the surroundings but I hate the nil satisfaction. There is nothing left for me to taste. It has all turn bland.
I wanted to believe that we can all go far together. But it seems that we may just be more appropriate moving at our own pace. True, we all have our directions in life and someday or another we will hit the crossroad. I need a stride that creates followers.
I need a movement.
I paid my respects in my heart. My passivity induces reliance on others, which undermines my own independence. I'm nothing but a weak person and yet I choose to believe that I'm stronger than average.
The hope within me may be spelling my own ugly death. But to lay hope away is courting death.
