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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
agenda
08/23 My Birthday
9/7 Hello Kitty Cafe Truck
9/28 Tour de Corgi
10/17 Brother's Birthday
10/31 Halloween
11/9 Ramen-o-Rama!
12/5 Wen's Birthday
musings
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. - Sylvia Plath
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Them
Sure, you have friends, but some of them aren't what they seem to be. You have those that stay by your side, but you also have them that leave you as soon as their flock comes in. Certainly there has to be one of those in the crowds of thems. And sometimes, you just don't. Being left alone to stand in a long hallway is lonely, especially when there are those smiling and joyfully enjoying themselves around you. You'll feel your heart clench and ache, but there's nothing you can really do. The thems can kiss up to you all the want, but they'll just betray you in the end. Whether they care about your feelings or not, it's not an important matter. In the end, you'll be the one standing on the other side by yourself, best get your act together then.
To my lovely thems:
You may think I'm stupid and too innocent to know what you do, but don't judge my inability to decipher your right and wrongs. But then again, all the actions you take are wrong. Sometimes I can't just wait to dump you all, whether it be seriously leaving you or being a loner. I just want to see your wretched expressions, the one I always wore. We, the quiet ones, will always be in the dark shadowed by other people's shadows.
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