Wednesday, May 10, 2006
the different social roles we play. Friend, enemy, lover, brother, superior, public figure, private person. hard to reconcile. between love, hate and anger lies the difference, and the difference spells a void. The void: doubt, moral ambiguity. I don't know what to do. Frustration insiduously fans the spark of malcontent into licking flames of vicious fury. I fume silently, because i know no other way than this; except to fling something out of the window with a resounding crack. and the vindictiveness i carry inside, the weight of it is excruciating and unnatural. Anger torments when it is boxed, gnashes its teeth against the bolts. Anger torments when you long to rage at the one you resent but is suppressed, doomed to live out its paroxysmal spasms in the cloistered walls of your heart.
The chinese call it 不甘愿。unfair, unsatisfied. an understatement.
some people i can do without, if only they weren't quite as intimately known to me.
yan, i quite miss having you around. we'd sit and talk for hours.. Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:11 AM with 0 comments
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