THE SKY IS GREY

she is smart so she choose to leave

DUAL KIM

FOREVER

I am working now and I should be happy but it drives me nuts to have to work with assholes. They just have the power to constantly irritates me and make my life seem like a big joke. Why can’t they just fucking mind their own business?! For goodness sake I hate them to the core and I hate the fact that I am unable to be more eloquent in writing out my erupted anger.

I am not staying in this job for sure, I don’t wanna be like them. As much as I am afraid that without the income I am getting now for the future, I need to own my soul. They are a bunch of souless zombies, it greatly disgust me.

I hate my life. I don’t know how the world did I ended up in this current state.

From the moment I’ve started understanding things human beings disappoint me. To talk to them and ask for acceptance, I’d rather be alone. Not that I’ve not tried, but I just can’t compromise my integrity, the last I own.

I have decided. One day I will leave this house without a word and let time do the talking. 

Hopefully by June next year something good will happen and I can fly free.

No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance. — Confucius “ Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. — Moulin Rouge THE HEART HOLDS THE TRUTH THE BRAIN REFUSES TO SEE. When you think you are screwed remember we are all on a big, wet ball floating in the dark.

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved. And the truth is I’m so angry and the truth is I’m so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve been so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long have been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to or care about mine. Well, fuck everybody. Amen. — Synecdoche, New York