People will always believe what they want to believe. There’s really no use in trying to explain oneself.

Sometimes I wonder my carefulness with words is a curse or a blessing. I wish I could be more candid and speak the truth freely but I can’t. Always calculating the consequences and the what ifs. I wonder how others do it, being so careless. Perhaps you do need a certain level of selfishness because all you are concerned about are your own feelings and not thinking about how your words will affect others .

In vino veritas...
Even in a stupor, my censors still seem to be working... how odd

The week’s been a busy one. Lotsa strange things happened and I haven’t had time to properly digest the chain of events. Been feeling unsettled and finding myself wishing everything could return to normal but I’m not sure if it ever will. I’ve been asking myself if I’d ever done anything that could have caused misunderstandings and in all honesty, I couldn’t find any. What do all these mean? It just makes me more disheartened than ever at relationships, love, marriage...the picture that others paint is often not what it seems.