It’s 2:00 a.m.
It’s that fireworks I hear outside?
I can’t even appreciate a girl’s beauty without feeling guilty anymore, without feeling like I am already taking advantage of her.
Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe it was all bad luck, maybe I gave up before I met any “cool” people.
Smug wannabe liberals, kissing their own ass on how accepting they are, and how they feel sorry for all the conservative cultures that do not know how to have any fun.
“let me tell you what you are doing wrong,” they say, “let me fix you. Let me tell you why you don’t belong.” As soon as you begin to feel this, you are already doing it wrong. I am doing the same, that’s why I ask you to read this as mere poetry, not as law.
This is why, I had tears running down my face during graduation ceremony.
Surely the horrors of Whitman will haunt me the rest of my days…
I just had a dream, like I usually do, I go back and forward with my action trying to accommodate them with a “good” attitude. How animalistic of me. Have not I learned so many time that it is not about the actions, ut about the attitude that inspires my actions? And its not about the attitude but acceptance of the situation. My goodness, I am just playing mind games with myself. I just keep going around and round in circles.