some things get rewinded unknowingly, uncontrollably.
just like how things dont go well at home, so i try to do whatever i can to make it more bearable. i've made the effort because i see no point why i should fight along and make things worse. but again and again, so many disappointments, so many accusations. if only those words arent so hurting. if you call this love, do you call it twisted love? then, so many episodes of self-convincing so i will not stop loving. and the next day, the cycle begins its run again.
this really isnt angst.
and there isnt supposed to be a cycle. how saddening.
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dramafeste yesterday was really not bad i suppose, apart from the fact that it ended at 11pm and i was really tired during the filler item. all the relationships explored, leaving us to think what's relevant for us. personal favourite, with no biasedness intended, was the virgin's suicide by apollo. the stage techniques and the symbolism.
all the love and death. suicide is deeper than death.
and yep i liked the cohesiveness of ares' play. (:
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once again, let me emphasise life for me isnt that bad if not for the fact that sometimes it's just not the right moment, not the right place. 23:11
