You Leave With What You Take

I was flabbergasted. Over how days had passed and I had an undeniably comforting subtle time doing both mind-numbing and entirely irrelevant things.

1. Howard X was found very much alive and I forgive him instantly because he got me my favourite cake – okie enough of me being nice because I have to confess to you Howard, your blog is damn cibai gaymorous
2. The superstitious theory worked as well – might be my naïve appreciation towards little things.
3. Spend more time with myself and I didn’t know being emotional can be so painful. Cibai case, why didn’t my emotional bitches warn me on that?

It’s like I have more time for myself now and knowing that if people doesn’t care, they just don’t – the tragic fact that they do have other toys to play with or they somehow forgot about your existence. So yeah right to your face.

Take this simple explanation, if you were take to two steps back and visualize that you are caught in this nasty dilemma trying to communicate with another person that completely wants nothing to do with you in every possible way you can think of, you will come to discover that, you as a subject, cannot be victimized in any situation in any time of your life. How do you really come to know that you can’t be victimized you ask – well, think of yourself as on outsider observing that, eventually with little time and your conscience sinking in, you know you have to leave right there and then. So I leave all of it behind but I take the alcohol with me.