There'd always come a time that you get tired of everything,
of everybody,
and your every self.
And when I'm facing this kind of phase,
I tried to be calm,
exert all my goodness,
and keep my poise.
But one thing I can't avoid,
I can be mean.
Rude.
And ridiculous.
My self-justification is just a simple sense of defense mechanism.
I get easily annoyed when I'm having personal issues.
It dissolves my way of thinking.
My point of view becomes narrow.
I turn mad.
But I'm just tired.
from the writer of: the chronicles of a third sex goddess, the starlet letters, lipstick writings on the wall, the goddess scriptures, the diva notes, and the queerest travel.
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