有时候一首歌即使听过无数遍，也只有某天在谁的空间上偶然遇到才会有特别的感觉。忧郁又有什么用呢，有些看似非我莫属的东西却终究没能得到，有些看似能天长地久的事情却终究还得结束。领悟到和朝思暮想梦寐以求擦肩而过的遗憾，还有不得不失去自己的无比珍贵的悔恨之后，在面对未来时难免多了许多理智少了某种情感。所谓从经验中学习是人的天性么。但仍不可避免的纠缠于过去纠缠于记忆，并非不能忘却，而是缺乏忘却的动力。

 

也许每个人真的不是一个等待找到完美精准的另一半的半圆，而只是一些杂乱的直线，或者一路平行，或者等待交汇，或者越走越远罢了。

 

于是我仍然为现实的不浪漫而忧郁，只是学会了把悲伤感觉假设成来自我虚构。

why is it so hard for me to become a self-absorbed ass?

genetics, perhaps.

i bet it's nature's way of telling me that i should not propogate.

 

those who wtill believe in true love are either very lucky or very stupid,

and i'm afraid that i was the latter.

it's funny how i'm struggling with this psychological yet tangible mess everyday

do i really have to buy all this stuff? {i knew an addict when i saw one}

so when a question like this is uttered, the speaker obviously has not acquainted himself with the situation at hand

but nobody is yet to be blamed

since it's perpetually difficult to think from a perspective other than our own

 

maybe i should see a shrink

but if i have the money to pay for it

why not succumb it to my addction?

 

i have no confidence in my spellings