people seem to complain everywhere, love is not evident in their life. that the right 'one' is never to be found. evidently, these people are just being crude. if ego does not exist, would we still be lonely? because of the choices in life we make, the way we are brought up and the way we view things in life, man tend to choose based on their own ideal idea of a perfect soul mate.

criteria;

tall
skinny
flawless


what of those of other genre?
we say love is unfair
that the equilibrium of this universe is screwed since love is not given a fair share amount at all.
some suggest that love in only among equals, those of the same status quo. of same ranking and of same taste.

well, what we never realize is, many adores you but rejection is what you do.
look back, how many rejections have you made and how many rejections have you received?

never do we appreciate what we have, broken asunder all hopes in every direction thus love never be requited. yes. it is your choice whom to love, and whom to be hate.
yet
never will you realize that the one who would truly cherish you, is the one who has never made the cut.




preferences;
stop to think. love IS meant for all. only preferences diminished all.
never assume. just embrace.
don't just complain.
try



*talking rubbish again
fuck

recuperate

all the time in the world, all the money that we have, can never give back what is loss.

though it seems precious to all, we care not where it befalls. we canter to its limit, jog through all the ticks and yet never are we to remind ourselves of the time we have spent idle. lost. quiet. rested. dead
looking back, i have been foolish.
shot down by the haters. i am been left hollow
outcast, deserted,reprimanded, in short, hated.

honestly, i have left the world of fashion.
i know its not for me.
but I'm sucked back in.
i am voided.
jagged. wounded.

i miss having a place of my own. a place to hide from the torturous reality which we exist to knock each other down, to discourage the powerful and disarm the faithful.we are impure of hate. whatever happen, we can never erase such facts. what are we really? we envy and destroy oneself towards what purpose? to succeed while others fail? we hate therefore were human? compassion does not exist. such delusions are of mythical proportions. LIES. never trust a stranger. if we don't then who are we to trust? a mirrored harlot of oneself?

to hate and to prosper.
that's what is suppose to be.
to succeed is to destroy
that is reality.

au revoir mon cheri.
Je suis le diable
ne pas le ange