i am an asshole, Universe.
there comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book. there are two sides of everyone. the side you know and the side you don't want to know. good and not-good. i think about this, as i sat, tear stained, hoping that the white i know will remain that way for the rest of my life. it's been almost 2 years i'm being single. this is the longest ever been in my adult life, but yet i learned a lot of things. have you ever been thinking about your purpose in life? do you live only for yourself? what if God and the whole Universe conspire to create the-you that will be more useful for people around you. suddenly your life is not center around you anymore. no one knows how complicated my life is now. it is neurotic to the point of irritating, and i'm not sure i want to be my own partner. why would anyone else want to be? i'm not playing an angel. but truly, so many people around me needs my existence. time has become a very luxurious thing...