the problem with me is that…
i really don’t know. is it in human nature to desire things to be complicated? i think i’m happier when i’m caught in imbroglios. for some illogical reason, i love crying, i love being dramatic, i love twists, i love breaking rules.
what is it that attracted me with inconsistency? i say i want peace, but really, i’m an anarchist. i say bargain but i’m no diplomat nor economist.
what is it with me and ironies?
i have no idea. i baffle myself. and sometimes the guessing is all worth it. and most of the time, there are no answers - only questions and the search for the nonexistent.
