my cracked polystyrene world

it’s weird how much you can hate someone you barely know. and it’s painful to see someone who hurt you can live happily. and it’s just so real that right now i feel this huge hate and enormous pain after reading my ex boyfriend’s wife blog telling ’someone’ that she’s a loser because she couldn’t get what she wanted. somehow i think, i feel, that the entry was meant for me. but i shouldn’t care anymore, right? i shouldn’t be feeling this pain anymore, right? i should just be happy with what i am, and how i am, and whom i’m with. right? i mean, we all have our own path and… and…. shit! it’s easier said than done.

just few days ago i finally went to bali. and i thought i was the happiest kitten ever. like… ever! then i got online today [i was still a happy kitten up until like 30 minutes ago] and i was tempted to peek… just to have a little look at the most dangerous area to probe, the past. and indeed, curiosity did kill the cat.

happy thoughts lead to a happy life.

happy thoughts lead to a happy life.

happy thoughts lead to a happy life.

happy thoughts lead to a happy life.

happy thoughts lead to a happy life.

a happy life leads to a happy life.

[the soon-to-be-happy-again kle]