delusional delusions.

Whiskey Dipped Roses

there are some things

that are meant to be

and some things 

that are not

but the saddest ones are those

which are meant to be, 

but won't.

and you and I

would always be those 

and nothing could be 

more sad

for you were

roses dipped in whiskey,

and I was a drug,

just gone bad. 

- rishi

another week has gone. the days flew past so quickly that i dont even have time to breathe. constantly reminding myself to breathe is tiring. constantly trying to not think is tiring. it is sad how something simple and liberating is so difficult to achieve. yet, i can't deny that this have been a good week. FINALLY met up with bradlygoh and bdg. been ages since i saw the two of them and i am glad i did. its like, you have no idea how much u miss your friends' company until you are actually in their presence. so thankful to have those two douches bros in my life. (if that even make sense)

found this poem today and i thought how ironic and delusional it is. it resonates but honestly, at the end of the day, it doesnt actually matter anymore. (right? right.) but still, it is a good one. i mean, the structure and the punctuations. u have to really feel it you know. (okay, i am not even making sense anymore)

next week will be better. 

xoxo,