whenever i'm alone, on the way to work, or just having some moment to myself, thoughts will always flutter rapidly on my mind. but soon enough, they dissipate and fly away like the flowing breeze. this fleeting moment is so transitory and transient, feels like i should hold onto them before they're gone. and the only way to keep it close is by penning it down, or writing it here. but that very action now doesn't excite me as much as before. writing used to be cathartic, it used to be one of the very medium for expression of thoughts; for freedom; for a route of escapism. but now, it feels like i'm here just to 'kill time'.

this is so pathetic.

but anyway, on the way to work, i was thinking of how remotely possible it is for me to fall in love with someone, and loving his flaws/imperfections through and through, and him loving me back for who i truly am. it seems like an impossible feat. and plus, i feel that it's ridiculous to be committed to the same person for like months, what more, years. that's like whutttt????? i think i'll get bored and start flirting around.

think i'll be single for life heh <3