MORE PEOPLE DYING. NOOOO AAARGH.
Watched 4 depressing films in the span of 28 hours; Paradise Now, Crash, He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, and Dirty Pretty Things. I swear the next movie I watch has to either be X-Men or a damn comedy. Okay I sound like I'm too free, huh. But I do love movies and shows. Makes you feel.
So, so, so saddening.
Sometimes love just isn't enough. But if love isn't enough, then what is?
I guess it isn't everything though. Martyrdom may appear somewhat pointless sometimes, killing yourself and perhaps many other people too, to make a stand or a point which may or may not be carried across through the deed... but I guess, maybe, just maybe, it's not as stupid as it seems. I think I'm actually convinced now that sometimes there simply is no other choice.
Responsibility? Obligation? Duty? Money? Friendship? Sentiment? Conscience?
People are scary. Don't piss them off man. Why are people so angry and hate each other so much? Oppression really seems to breaks the spirit, and rob people of their morals, even.
Perhaps hope is.
I've always thought that people won't cheat if they really love each other. Unless there's something wrong in the relationship. Or, they were really drunk. But there's never really an excuse for doing it.
There are so many things much bigger than ourselves.
Sometimes, there exists so much irony, it makes me wonder whether we've got everything wrong, and it is actually all the other way around. It's true, I used to be so much more complete. But being happy makes you forget everything else that's important as well. It clouds your vision, and makes you think that the world's such a wonderful place, when it really isn't. But sometimes it's good to be happy, to have no troubles. Moderation, anyone?
Sometimes I wish people can just see past the facade, the visage and demeanour, and find the girl who exists only in my dreams, whom I myself can't find.
Perhaps one reason I like Grey's Anatomy so much is that I see myself doing some of the absolutely ridiculous or stupid things Meredith does, and maybe, I can envision someone saying to me, that awful thing McDreamy said to her. I so can. I can imagine me saying it to myself, but what effect would that have? And besides, not everyone talks to themselves really.
I woke up at 5pm today, and 6pm yesterday. Talk about screwed up hours, and being a total bum.
"Nice to know that my conscience is still lurking around somewhere in a corner, at least."
Because no matter how much I say it doesn't, or even if it technically really shouldn't at all, some things still bother me. And it's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.
I guess some things just don't change.
:7:14 PM: :sugah~plum
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