i can't deal with people. their bizarre mannerisms, their immaturity, their logic, their reasoning, their thought process. with each passing day i feel like the amount of people i can tolerate slowly shrinks. i used to think that being alone was unbearable and completely depressing but now i think of it as a luxury. going off and doing your own errands by yourself, no rush, no pressure. being home alone, reading a book or watching tv with no one nagging you. not having to decipher people's motivations or intentions because all you have to understand is yourself. that is sheer bliss my friends. sigh sigh sigh. human beings are such horrible creations. too competitive, too heartless, too manipulative. on a lighter note, this makes me appreciate the people i feel are genuine. people i feel safe around, people i can trust, people that make me laugh. although that population is very small, it's better than being non-existent right?
cheers to: good books, naps, Helen Koh, carrots & cherry tomatoes, flight 2212, and moleskine notebooks
boo to: school, bastards, and everything else
