im not going to talk about love nor give my views on it. it's been done. sometimes it grows a boil and gives you such awful ugly pain, you tend to disregard all instances. im not making any sense am i?
read liy's blog and it left me with a melancholic bitter taste in my mouth. i feel liberated yet tied down. you wont know what i mean till you feel it, but you dont know what to describe this 'hole-y' feeling so mundane, ambigious jargons are used. heh.
i cant seem to say right words to people-liy, banu, erin... words seem so futile and empty. the thought of me just saying out words feel so fake and meaningless. but really, what can words do? soothe? act as a tourniquet for their incurable wounds? ive been down and feeling shitty, but hell, words didnt ease.
if i could only meet them, i'll give them a hug. im feeling a small guilty dot at my gut and it's slowly growing. ive not been there for some people, though i wanna be there but then i wasnt.
ive been very contradictory these past few days. realised that ive just said that words cant seem to ease when this entry is filled with consolations.
irony always refuses to leave.