faux you.

on pretense.
why do humans suffer from it?

lack of confidence? social acceptance? desire for attention?
nope, can't put a finger on it.

what i do know, is that it utterly stinks. it's putting off i tell you. see it all around. ugh, yuck, puke.

sometimes we should just tell it as it is, lah. but then again, not everyone is ready for such candor nor to face reality. i guess that's what drove away me bruddas.

so where do we draw the freaking line?

on gratitude.
why do humans ignore it?

devoid of emotion? socially undesirable? a god-given right?
nope, can't put a finger on it.

what i do know, is that it utterly stinks. it's putting off i tell you. see it all around. ugh, yuck, puke.

sometimes it's just difficult to tell those closest to you these things. then again, if it were so difficult, were we even close in the first place?

or was it all a pretense..
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sometimes, i wish such thoughts didn't plague me mind. sometimes, i wish i wasn't so much a thinker. sometimes, i thnk i'd be better off being oblivious to things.

perhaps, Dickens' my Great Expectations are just what they really are.. too great, too overwhelming..

i honestly don't know. But hopefully by the time i've come to terms with it, this song would not have become a reality.

I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye - Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye