emo

if anger could be measured by hitting a nail into a fence, and if patience to surpress anger equates to pulling a nail out of the fence. we are only human and are bound by free will and emotions. we tend to do or say things based on our perception disregarding the possible outcomes that could cause damage in the social circle. the nail marks in the fence would be visible; there are scars or irregularities in every relationship and these sum up to what the whole relationship is about. perfection requires imperfection. wood filler is applied in attempt to fix the fence back to its original state; or to a rather seemingly perfect state.

i just don't understand how one is to continue down a road where it's ends are exposed. you have already seen the consequences of your actions; just like how one would experience going over a pothole, although you have already seen it from afar, you just go over for confirmation or avoid.

it's true that life's like a road. however, at every junction there are choices you can still decide upon. there is always a choice. you only believe that you run out of options when you exhaust yourself of choices.

i never said i was right.

i'm glad i made the mistake i would regret not making ten years from now. ten years could be a figure of speech; it could be literal.

your actions describe a thousand things about you. even a short, abrupt reply could have been sufficient.

the remaining 5 days had been one of the slowest i had experienced. ever checked or preyed on something so regularly that it almost becomes a routine?

remember eva? there's no difference. everybody would be like an eva. maybe not now. but surely.

you regard to this as crap. but it's a beginning to a perceptual ending. or an ending to a perceptual beginning.

p/s: promises are not meant to be broken. although the saying regards otherwise. it takes effort.