hitting the school carnival with absolute enthusiasm but the out come of it to reveal some utterly horrible truth. disappointment hurts real bad. and the lesson perceived - keep on your words.
it was since the endurance of the excruciating motion the previous year when I'd began to shed into this complete diverse character i am currently role playing. i am not regretting anything now, though it was a whole bunch which I'd swollen, and inadvertently choked upon at times.
despite that fact, I am glad this pain had actually get a novel side of myself to spring up, a plenary necessity for the literary poetic side of SM. if it wasnt for the emotions I'd grieved over, I would still be the callous emotion-illiterate.
by the sight of this word, it is obvious that i'm going through my abstruseness, all over again..
as easily affected and distracted i am, emotionally, it is all internal. expect a sobbing SM when she emo-s would be the last thing to appear in your dreams. so take a nap sooner (:
though that, sometimes i wish i could just turn on that weeping tap in my body system. i'm just devilishly inoperable in a certain way. scientifically, it's not exactly possible. logically, the mind dominates. but sm-ism-ishly, it's never viable.
being tight up in a closed up human bottle doesnt feel so.. human(?) get me a brand-new vocab, at least.
in simple words, i wish i could cry at times..
