Sunday, June 26, 2005 .

Death Cab


like how season finales attempt to bring some closure to unresolved issues, every overseas trip induces me draw closure to life-altering issues.


but it almost never happens. as much as i try to sit my issues down and have a good talk, they walk out on me mid-way. i hate them. closure apparently is evading me as much as i need it. i would think that after flying so much, another flight to a foreign land would be yet another to add to the list. it bugs me everytime. i hate being away from home for such a long time as this, and doing something i dont really believe in, being with people i dont enjoy the company off.


as it is, im finding it increasingly hard to find like minded, similar frequency people here. taking off and letting my social life go on decline doesnt do me much good. this, i hate the army for. i hate it for screwing up my social life. i am well aware that im not alone on this.


i hate this tumour that grows with every passing moment. its smothering me. the pillow on the infant.
i need this closure that im not getting, that ive been denied for so long.

screaming infidelity at 2:19 AM
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