I let other people punish me for things I haven't done wrong.
I let other people punish me for things they've done wrong.
But why?

Cause I'm wonderwoman.

"What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me..."


- Black Star, Radiohead

Forever A Child

Acute depression is starting to creep in. I'm completely broke, neck-deep in work and my general tryst with ill-luck clings on to me as permanently as a tattoo.

I wish life were simpler at times. Adults are overtly-complicated, selfish and play games all the time just to stay on top.

I wish I were a child again. Maturity is overrated.

These few days have been so dull (rather months, maybe years?) that I've forgotten why I'm living this life anyway, to be a slave to the whims and fancies of others?

I would throw a fit about being taken for granted by others earlier, but I've gotten used to it now, it's the way the world works. I've never been the kind to ass-kiss, my ego does not permit me to do so. So I just sit in the corner and become the wallflower now.

It's a cruel world and nobody gives a fuck. As you grow up, you learn to live with it, maybe even become just like the others one day.

Growing up is overrated, dull and bad for the health.