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each time i start a private blog, i seem to update it with the notion that i wouldn’t keep it for long. technology daunts me sometimes, and words do not seem to flow like with pen and paper.
realism has become such an integral part of me that i feel almost inhuman. perhaps this can be attributed to some kind of subconscious self-pity, but nowadays i’ve become devoid of emotions. in nicer terms it may be just seem like pragmatism, but otherwise it’s really cowardice. of all the things i can afraid of in this world, trust tops my list.
i wonder how long it’ll be before i actually remember the guys i make out with, in the midst of other hot, sweating bodies under flashing lights. it appears to me that that’s how i manage to stay alone- have my fill, hope i never see the guy again (that’s if they happen to be friends of friends) and move on like i’m still the same. but the truth is that a part of me always leaves with the ‘him’-of-the-moment: sometimes in bite sizes, the width of a hair strand, or in chunks depending on the state of drunkedness i’m in.
when am i going to grow up?
