your secrets are safe with me.

i finally know what regret tastes like.
it's bittersweet of cynicism, complemented with the salty taste of tears.
and it's somewhat haunting, its subtle flavor lingers in your mouth.
it's an aftertaste, one which you can't seem to get rid of.

my past is coming back to haunt me.
ahhhh!
how horrible.

anw! exams are coming. and im in deeppp shit. hownowbrowcow. cant seem to concentrate on stuff cux theres too much going on. and stats! i want my A! OR ELSE I DIEEE and marketing is BLEH.

and i want to meet up with my friends!

and im sick and tired of hearing my own excuses and other peoples excuses!

i want real reasons.

there are certainly many reasons to like a person, who's to say which is correct and which is wrong? we claim that it is senseless to like people from the way they look or the fact that they treat you well. yes, the reasons may be irrational, but at the end of the day, love itself is irrational. and when we judge a person's way of love, we fail to look at our own idiosyncracies. which is a irony in its own right.

so i shall judge love no more.