won't you walk through the maze with me, please?
2001-12-08 2:02 a.m.

i'm going insane and it bothers me. more than a slight bit. i can even say it bothers me alot.

and you know what the problem is? it is : i've become brutally honest with people, and i have lost all the wanting and ability to hide my thoughts and emotions. but sometimes, derived by certain situations, it's the wise thing to do. even if i love him beyond what my mind can comprehend or remotely justify. even if that's a good thing, objectively. and i have driven myself to a maze which i don't know how to get out of. and i'm lost in the maze, and every irrational obsessive thoughts is yet another dead end in the maze. and every irrational obsessive thought makes me realize once again how not only is the piece of cheese unreachable, also is the slice of salami. and that leaves me with option number three* which consists of a rotten apple with some colorful sprinkles on top. and who wants that really?

y'know, the israeli-palestinian conflict is not the only one these days which probably doesn't have any reasonble solution!

*and ofcourse there IS option number four. which is reaching yet another dead end, and hitting your head in the wall, and getting concussion as a result of it, and then waking up, and giving up all hope, and biting your nails till oblivion, and jumping up and down till oblivion, and turning round and round and round until you get so dizzy and lose consciousness again, only to wake up and throw your heart up. and realize that yes you're still right infront of that same dead end. thus is insanity.