- He likes me too, but too bad he's already with some other guy.
- He likes me too, but he's at the end of the other half of this planet.
- He doesn't like me, and he toys with my feelings.
Yes I know it's a normal thing. Big deal. Probably everyone encounters that in their lives too, but still I think it's too fucking frequent, that I hate my own life. I wonder who controls my life. God, me or something else?
Everyone sees me smiling and laughing, but ffew knows what's hiding behind that jovial expression. I don't believe in channeling my anger onto others; it's a stupid thing, and I don't usually do it, unless I am disinhibited. I just keep my melancholy within myself, I sulk and sing in the room until Morpheus takes over my consciousness. Still, in the presence of others, I try to keep up my mood and be as friendly as ever. Nonethess, my friends do know I enjoy being left alone when I'm not in the mood, since I would be a little anhedonic then.
And oh, there's this little kid who recommended a song to me, claiming that song is his favourite piece - Beautiful Life, by the Afters. Well, kiddo, 10 years ago I am into Alternative Pop/Rock, but it's way past my age. Now I'm a lil' country, and a lil' rock and roll.
3 comments:
who's that kid?/
But the gay city in Malaysia is on that side!
paul
Haha. Take a wild guess?
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