where times are difficult i blatantly admit i will not be the one who will figure things out. i guess those types of saying like "to keep moving even when the going gets rough" just don't fit me.

most of the times i won't admit that i love some of my favorite movies just because of its' colors.

it bothers me that my generation feels ashamed to ride a public transportation. such a pity.

Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

-- Sylvia Plath, "Lady Lazarus", 1966

i just started leafing through the pages of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. i might say, i kinda love how Charlie has given me the boost to write again (i got writers-block ever since i started working). his angle on using the reader as a friend that might want to listen has pretty much aced it for me. i felt sad for that Michael kid at the beginning of the book, though. How he killed himself and all.

I haven't made my peace with Google since it hasn't given me the right image for manslaughter. No kid.

As a child I was never told that reading nor even writing is important, but sooner or later I've gotten myself into it anyways. Nevertheless, I hate the fact that liking something does not make you an expert on it.