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Fuck it. I'm moving to tumblr. Yes, I know, sellout/hipster/trendwhore etc, etc.

For the past few months this space has failed to live up to the definition of a journal, so I'm moving on to another place where I can be guiltlessly cryptic.

somethingprosaic.tumblr.com

There's nothing much going on there so don't even bother.

I don't want to lose you, but I don't know how to keep you.

I appreciate multidimensionality.

Nothing feels worse than to have someone figure you out within 5 seconds of walking into a room.

There are so many things I want to do, so many people I want to be with and the only thing that should ever really matter is you.

22 years and still struggling to prioritise.

I've come to that point in my life where I'm no longer surprised by the way I've let myself go.

Last few sticks before a pointless trip to Malacca.

Knowing they sell it there so cheaply just kills me.

The only reason why it seems like I don't have any problems going on in my life is that I just don't let things get to me. I've sure had my fair share of struggles but I've somehow managed to bottle them up almost reflexively. I've come to realise that my emotional capacity has been significantly reduced because of this and in some ways, I think I' ( Read more... )

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