I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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30 / 11 / 2011
I’m not the same anymore. I’ll admit it; a lot of shit got to me.
What’s going on with me? I never was the person to take things seriously and get hurt over little things said & done, but when I’m most vulnerable, like right now, anything could break me down - sarcastic remarks, meaningless jokes and all. What I usually do is, I just brush them off since most of the time they don’t mean it. But I can’t always hold everything in, I’ve already brittled to my weak state and I’m falling apart & breaking down inside.
It’s sad to say that I feel as if people are taking advantage of that and breaking down all my walls, since they’ve already brittled to their weak state. I feel as if they want to see me at my worst to gain satisfaction from it.
