shitty frame of the past [for whatever shitty thing it means]
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]
