need to vent/rant a lil before i explode.

all in all, i don't support it. not one bit. it's ironic because i caused this catalyst. it's like creating a monster you can't stop or a ball from rolling down the hill... it's inevitable. i would force myself to accept it but everytime i do, i feel like throwing up so i rather be stubborn than be sick to my stomach.

im shining a large flashlight in your eyes as a sign of warning, yet you're still blinded by what you think is reality. maybe you like the awkward silence, or the numb icy feeling in the air. who knows? time will tell...

one more thing: texting is overrated.

i'm counting on the failure of language.

now i feel better.