Im utterly disgusted by people who hurt people deliberately. This perverted side that gives them satisfaction from seeing people getting their feelings stomped on and crying. Hypocrites murmuring sweet nothings but sneering inside. EWWW. And people who avoid people intentionally coz of cowardice.
Life's been pretty mundane; trying to get my momentum from 2 years ago and pestering people to study together. Well, people have been really nice so far; I just hope I don't pull them down the drain with me. :/ But there's a silver lining behind every dark cloud! Cousin's making her wedding album tomorrow and I am gigundoly excited. (: That radiant glow, the sweet smiles are enough to make me swoon with all the romantic mushies.
Insomnia at night with too much pent up energy that have not found any avenue to be released. Really sucks being glued to the chair trying very hard to absorb those useless but important details while my heart is wandering out somewhere. I want a good workout. Or just simple retail therapy for that matter.
I found another author whose stories are quite similar to Jodi Picoult. Lesley Pearse. The themes explored are really sadistic and horrifying for I didn't know scumbugs like those in the books existed but apparently, they are based on true accounts. Does it make us sadistic to enjoy reading these books? I'd rather believe its pure fascination and curiosity.
Ramblings ramblings. This is what a bored person does.
