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Friday, November 13, 2009
i hate myself. though im blessed with such enticing indulgence to the weird and fantasy-like fiction that is pure nonsensical to the normal layman's effort of understanding the disturb and deliberately enchanting nuisance that is myself, i am seriously and hypothetically am not in the least bothered with such bombastic and endearing revenue that seeks the pleasure of reveal to the human eye. seriously, i am weird.
and thats where hate comes in.
they say scorpios have the knack of languishing the long and committed relationship once it was thrust to it, but me? no. i tend to be adventurous and in turn hurt people in the process. adopting the heck-care attitude won't work in this case as it might will and eventually be hurting me. hurting the people i love which in turn, hurts me. notice the cruel cycle?
whatever it may seem or be, it seems despicable and diabolical of me to do such inept things in such impulsive manner to a course of disheveling the facade that has for years been the fort of such expressive yet sweet manner of mine. for goodness sake, betraying the mask that has faithfully serves me well for as many relationships that yet may very well be the cornerstone of such wonderful yet intriguing ships that came my way.
*~__ Afa Romeo ___ ~*
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