'Cause what this palace wants is release~

Concentric groups
You're as much a culprit as any of the others..
How does it feel to be on the other side, victim?

This hurricane is called the Blame Game and you're caught up in the eye... How's the view, loser? Liking the pointy fingers? All closing in on you?!

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The past is always like that.. Drift drift... Never meet again. If by some shocking coincidence you meet, there's a wall of awkwardness. Silence. Weather. Politics. Meaningless chatter. All that was important once, is now lost in a time-distance vacuum.

Everyone's always talking crap about 'change'... going on about how much change sucks.. And how they wish everything could remain the same forever.. I'm sure I too, was caught up in this 'change-hating' rut... But a little 'change' of mind (get it? get it? get it?) has happened in the little jobless time I've had so far... Call it maturity if you will..

Change is amazing... It helps some reconnect. It helps some overcome. It helps some heal. It helps some reminisce. It helps some learn. It helps some grow...It helps everyone cope.

When you embrace change with open arms, it no longer bothers you when someone's 'read' your message and not replied; or when you say something funny and no one laughs... You learn to take such things in your stride.. You learn to not necessarily forget... But most certainly forgive people...

And life moves on.....  :)

Something's getting in the way, something's just about to break~

Its one of those moments. One of those moments when you're caught up. Caught up in a mixture of happy-sad emotions. Happy, cos the goal was achieved. Sad cos you contributed nothing to it. At all. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry till you eyes dry out. I blame it on the confusion. Do they actually like you or is it a façade? Another confusion. Curling up and crying in the midst all this confusion, your mask comes off. They get to know your just a whiny, jealous person. But that's not the real you. Its just another layer of the mask. Another layer that gets peeled off. Just like that.

What is the real you? Beneath all of that plastic? Do you know?

This may just be the confusion talking... but I don't think I know even 50% of who I really am. I'd like to think, this concept of 'knowing oneself' is basically moot. That's because there really is no 'ME'. There's just a string of events. Of situations. And every different situation brings out a different 'ME'

So don't judge people just by how they react to one situation. They say 'You're only as good as your last failure'. I refuse to believe in lasts, cos everyday is a new one.

Those who don't like you don't know what they're missing out on. ;)

"As I look the other way, I still try to find my place"

p.s- Everything written above is angry rambling. Now, that I'm more composed, I've read it again, and I still choose to post it. I really don't know why. JUST.