sometimes I wish I could know the exact words to say, the exact things to do; the exact decisions to make.

i'm so tired, of hiding everything behind a wall of smoky, hazy words and expressions - everything in order to maintain the status quo. if i could, i'd tell everyone what i really feel, and give vent to all the little frustrations and turmoil, even if it's just me being over-sensitive to something trivial: I wouldn't care.

But of course, that's impossible, for who knows how many relationships i'd shatter along the way? Not that every one of them is worth keeping, but it's better to go through life without people hating you, than to have them.

That's assuming people don't already hate me, which, going by how I'd have ungrounded biases and attitudes, is pretty understandable.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. I'd try and cast for the leading role, but fail, because its female counterpart always possesses a beauty so terrible to leave the leading man trembilng as a wave of emotions crash over him.

Then again, to be an actor would be bliss, for I'd write my own script, and pour our everything in a torrent of revealings and revelation: and I'd not have to face the consequences, amidst the melodramatic soliloquies and maddeningly-saddening ending scenes.

They say a fool and his money are soon parted, but the same can go for a boy and his dreams. Don't you just sympathize with those gallants in the ending scenes who always have the lady torn from them through illness, murder, or any other tragedy?