How can you tell a happy person from a posse :
"It was the eyes that gave him away : when he made that stupid joke about Martin, and expected us to laugh, the eyes were completely lost in the joke, and there was nothing else of them. They were just laughing eyes, not frightened eyes or troubled eyes - it was the eyes a baby has when you tickle it.
I'd noticed that with the others that when they made jokes, there was something else in there, something that stopped them giving themselves over to the moment"
What is it with rich people being depressed of not having enough money?
What is it with a girl having a steady boyfriend, but feels lonely most of the times?
What is it with a pretty face stressing out over not being pretty enough?
What is it with a pretty frame who keeps pushing himself hard on the treadmill, because he could never be healthy enough... ?
What if you, by common interpretation of a happy life, scored 10 out of 10, then end up crying for no apparent reason, once if not twice, everyday.. ? Does it mean you are being ungrateful, or plain spoiled?
Time heals wounds, if there's at least one wound to begin with. Maybe its an invisible one, like being subconsciously wounded, or an internal wound carefully hidden from the naked eyes, that makes you wonder why you were hurting so badly in the first place. Like you were bleeding profusely, from what seems to be just a small cut even a child could brushed off easily. Maybe it's and old wound, ripped open again, without your realising it, or realised but ignored.
Redundancy. A waste of space. Point one : depression is NOT overrated. Happiness is.
To be fair, I think it's life that got bored with me, not the other way around.
I am boring-ing my family.
I am boring-ing my friends.
I am boring-ing myself, ha!
I am a boring person when I want to be one.
Stupid, even, a bimbo with a notable IQ (suatu ketika dahulu)
Complication arises whenever my brains failed to function accordingly.
Complications that make life seems bearable, more logical, strictly applied only to pessimists around the world (wtf?!)
How can you love somebody and share you dreams with somebody(s) else?!
Because you can. Because you want to. Because lots of things
"You have to believe, that right now, right here, it's exactly where you are supposed to be.. "
Happy birthday to Miss Vicky!!!! (ok Fizzy, aku dah wish, hehe)
