oltre alla beffa, il danno

e' gia' difficile di per se' venire a sapere di non essere il miglior amico di qualcuno via FB o posts sul blog, senza che sia necessario anche vederselo sbattere in faccia.

davvero mi chiedo cos'ho fatto di male...

do we speak the same language here?

i guess the message didn't go through the first time around.

or maybe it's me, my weakness, my hatred for confrontation. i let you patronize me; i tried to forget and let it go, and what i get in return is condescension. you do know how to crush with carefully selected words, arranged neatly to underline your moral superiority.

things will really never be the same again. you came like a hurricane. go ahead, take it, it's all yours. enjoy. but spare me the act.

no wonder i don't trust women.

name your price

i'll trade you

my dream

for someone else's

too late

there's no turning back

too late's come and gone

(had i asked in time, would you have said yes?)

lives

one taken

one given

i'm sorry

congrats

next time

be happy

i know

i won't

double-edged sword

"oh, don't worry. if you need help, call her. she's always willing to help."

i know it's what i do.

it's what i want to do.

so why did that make me feel so cheap?

but being ignored makes me feel even cheaper.

شکریہ

for being you~

2/14,1210-2

come to the ivory tower, we have cookies

"For all its claims to the contrary, graduate education does not seem to enhance the mental freedom of many students, some of whom are psychologically damaged by the experience. As Newhouse suggested -- perhaps more rhetorically than seriously -- graduate school these days seems to have a lot in common with mind-control cults."

[http://chronicle.com/jobs/news/2004/06/2004062801c.htm]

safer

wasted time building castles with sand

and every night i'll watch them fall and slip through my hand

and just when i think i'm on top i wonder how i'll get back down

and just then the moment is lost, i stumble and i hit the ground