some hopes and dreams keep me going.

but, then again, they are only dreams and hopes.

i hope... i hope. i believed.

but it did not turn out to be what i envisioned. for the simple fact that because i believed... in something animate, sentient.

it'd be many times easier if i were dealing with something non-animate. something non-living. probably like bowling.

my strength is my weakness.

why i think more than 肤浅? not everyone loves deep. they love shallow.

the shallower the pleasure, the better it is. the more primitive the pleasure, the better it is.

the more fulfilling the pleasure, the more wholesome the pleasure, the less pleasurable it is.

we love quick fixes. we can't b bothered trying to analyse something more than simple, exploring our options.

but yet again we fail to realise others' perspective.

they love the shallow. mayb i shld giv it to them?

fuck this shit. i shld live in a cave...