Broke.

Clean.

"How are you?" is a good question to begin after an awkward moment of silence.

I have been good, is something you should reply with. Which can be taken in a positive or a negative light depending whether or not you see it as a phrase to be taken at face value. But in this case, i would like to believe that i have been good.

A few things left me feeling quite angry with myself and also other people. In this case, anger is never a good thing in a majority of situations. Although regret may as well be a feeling that stirs up in your heart from time to time, you should never dwell on it. So i took it into account to better myself.

Cleaning up old things from your room leaves you in a state of nostalgia. I cleaned up my clothes which have been building up since high school up until now. How horrible my taste in clothes were back then and i suppose it is still as horrible until now as i took each piece one by one for self-evaluation before putting it into the bin for charity. They were decent, to be honest, but they would have most probably looked prettier on someone else other than myself.

Still, you stop for awhile to notice the changes you've gone through and remembering the peer pressure of just wanting to be socially accepted in dressing terms. It's just hilarious.

I've done mistakes over stupid things and over my own consequences. Most probably from not being honest to myself or unable to sticking true to myself. A feeling of wanting to please rather than to accept and work things out to become... a better person for myself and the people i care for. As cliche' as it sounds, but you get the whole deal, right?

So i took some things into account and i hope that everything will go in my favour in a positive light.

After all, i am a pessimistic optimist.

I should know better.

So i should make things better.

Personal.

After quite some time of not blogging and more of putting words into sentences in my brain,
I believe i have turned bitter. Much more bitter. Over things big and small.

However,
I have come upon a certain degree of apathy as well as respect for a selective of things around me. For all i care. If there was a small hint of care, in which i suppose there is. Still, i would like to say that maybe, just maybe, things will turn out the way it should be.
I would like to be sweeter on the terms of being bittersweet.



Oh, oh, oh, you cry.

Break.

I guess i need to break myself apart more.