sealed rendezvous.

whilst hearing myself speaking in my head, and to subtle kicks of euphoria. here i go again with midnight rantings before i screw back self in my pretty books. the earlier conversation between a friend and i made me jerked my brain.
and so, my brain would like to have words. you want love because you think that's the only happiness you can find. you resort to love because you keep thinking it puts a smile on your face. because you like the adrenaline rush, through your spine and down back your knees. why do you kid yourself when happiness comes in many forms. why do you keep putting yourself into shits things like that when nothing really works? you're feeding on love because you've set your mind onto some ridiculous philosophy. because your family never really taught you true love.

tonight, you told me you're done with love, that you're putting it aside for the better. that's definitely the stuupidest thing you could ever think of. when the day comes, when you hit yourself in the head, get yourself an ice cream, think again, life isn't that bad. stay with love, it'll continue giving you undivided/unconditional love from others. you're worth it all.
people make unreasonable assumptions, theres a lot of things running in my head. many, many random thoughts. but it all end in split seconds. Malacca, here i come. end note : mother, take care. i love you. signing off, see you when i see you!
xoxo