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fumigation reviewing past pictures usually makes you nostalgic. maybe due to the contents of the pictues, i actually felt nauseatic. school's a dread and i desperately cannot wait for aug 11 to come. that will signal my EOC (i.e, end of class) and SOV (start of vacation). i am going to ration well the 6 weeks that i have. in no manner am i going to start year 3 burnt out, thankyouverymuch. i dont think of myself as a dishonest person, but sometimes honesty and all its valorized trappings eludes me. nobody wants to be lied to. no, it doesnt matter that you were only trying to 'protect' them. i would prefer if you wld just hit me, instead of trying to play God and judge my reactions - whether the news would stir whatever kind of reactions i might have, or even if you THINK i might. not to mention, i might be being presumptuous by assuming that what i have to say is of enough importance to the person i am saying it to, such that hurt feelings are aroused? there is something to be said about being honest at the expense of oneself. but what of honesty at the cost of others? i mean, where do we draw the line between 'confessing' because it makes us feel better by assuaging our guilt, and being painfully honest because love and lies were never meant to be experienced concurrently? aint abt, jst some recent frame of mind. audio black eye peas - sexy 3:18 am powered by blogger |
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