I don't understand people. Well, I do, but I don't. Rather, retrospectively it can be reasoned out, but looking forward, no. But yes, I actually can tell.

I'm confusing myself here.

Many things run through my mind right now. Chief of them being something that I realised with full force recently. I guess it's always easy to escape from things, using the world loosely. Like, hey I don't wanna know. I don't wanna see it. I don't know, don't care. Until one day you are forced to accept something that vanquishes some element of hope somewhere. Then it's like. Oh double whammy. Drats.

Perhaps, it's more poetic than I like it to be. Poetic, with lots of booze.

I don't know what I am now. Shattered inside, complete outside. And I talk too much. I don't talk enough. I don't talk relevant things enough, I talk too much crap.

I guess that's how it always is.