Thursday, August 31, 2006
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Frozen dews teared from the calignous sky; the morning embraced me with mopes and an unbalanced mind. Seems like derangement have consumed all the serenity that lies within, and nothing left, except for a pool of worthless elucidations.
Now now, isn't it intriguing? Where by dreams are the actual predictions of an opaque future?
I came to realise that the 'Dating stage' is currently this season's latest vogue. Yet, I'm unable to apprehend the exact meaning of 'Dating'. Isn't it such a contradiction? That a participant of this recent fad's unable to provide you with a proper definition.
Digressing,You know, when I was Primary 5, I used to diss this particular butch in my school and was exceptionally turned off by my sister's lesbian tendencies. I constantly reminded myself how ghastly St Joseph's Convent was, for it was a school filled with abhorrent homosexuals and told myself never to enter this heinous institution?
However, this thought kinda warped when I reached Primary 6. It all happened when I met this dickhead on IRC. He insisted that he had a crush on me, and boy was he blessed with lusciousness. However, he soon realised that I was fat and gruesome and eventually showered hostilities on me.
In addition, his friends started deriding me revilements for god knows what reason, and I guess that affected my self esteem. It was then when I started finding girls immensely alluring and started pulling myself away from the opposite sex.
Alright, I don't know what actually made me wrote that pile of nonsensical shit. But somehow, I feel that there's a part of me that's unable to let go of the hatred I have towards that bastard, and it kinda caused me to have this prejudice against guys.
I know that the future can be unpredictable, and certain things can be twisted. However, I can gladly say that I enjoy the way I am now, and be it normal or abnormal, I know I won't be changing the way I currently am.
So, fuckhead, if you're reading this entry, you can stop texting me with your numerous dinner dates and movie intentions. It's annoying the shit out of me and if my stand is too subtle for you, I shall repeat myself, in a much easier format.
I'M GAY, AND FUCKING MOVE YOUR CORRUPTED DICK AWAY FROM ME, MORON.
Okie, So here's a question for you peeps : What do you do when both of your expectations are of a different level? when you tried a million attempts to change a single person, but in reality, the only person who require such changes are actually yourself? |
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