hyp⋅o⋅crite

I can't understand why you ask for advice and eventually end up at the "wrong" side. It's stupid.

It's stupid how when you put things in your head, everything else is false.

You don't listen.

I want to talk to you about it but you only answer to your "God".

You say you hate this, hate that, but unconsciously, you're the one who's actually doing the same shit over and over again. Don't you learn from mistakes? Humans learn from their mistakes, what does that make you?

I don't know why I'm so frustrated.

But I guess we have to get along, right?

All of the help, advices, and all the right choices laid in front of you, you still choose to be wrong. I mean, what the hell? Aaaaaah..

Note: This is none of my business. But this is my blog. Later on, I'll be laughing about this.

It's this feeling again.
Hard to explain-i-need-gestures-so-that-i-could-explain-better kind of situations. It always ends up as me, sitting under the dark sky, smoking, and my mind is on turbo. Feeling lonely. The usual shit. I can't seem to find any reasons to post something that's about an event that made me happy.. Thesis is tiring, friends that I usually hangout with are slipping away a centimeter at a time. I mean, come on, everybody has issues, deal with it. One moment they're fun to be with, the next minute, they're emotionally dead.

I'm looking forward to having coffee this Saturday. At least I have that. Drinking alcohol is not as fun anymore. Sad stories are recalled every time you pop open a cap.

Shit..

Where'd my life go off to?

I used to have fun all the time. Now, everything seems dull. Gray.

Nothing at all is new. I need company. I think that's it.

Now I'm hungry again.