Musings.

This place have plunged me into an abyss of self manufacted morbidity. Often festooned in the darkest of hues and sporadically maintaining an on-going facade consisting the likes of feigned simpers and contrived giggles. Melodramatic,i know. Occasional rendezvous with the bunch mostly restores the ambiance back to normalcy,albeit its shortlived i am forevermore grateful. My weekdays loyal comrades being the iTunes list (mostly you,Freddie Mercury), and drifting into an excruciatingly interim reverie in the bus,mentally re-enacting scenarios of yesteryear. Being left with paltry endeavours of acquainting myself with the sentence 'change is good' eradicated even the slightest speck of rationality cultivated. Catapulted into an ambiance awash with strangers (which in turned i've grown to endure..and like)is the pits. For instance : Exhibit A ) Appearanced crazed lassie who's primary aim is probably to portray Donald Trump's next spouse before having her layer of epidermis stripped off  (inside joke,im going to hell forgive me Lord.) Exhibit B) Oestrogene fueled and gagging over anything with a dick to have a life akin to the ending of a fable.  Exhibit C) A totes doll, i love her. I was stripped off my mannerims (mentally), and was on the pinnacle of lunacy. However, surprise pop ups from the bunch more than compensate for humdrum weeks. It's as though i was submerged into disparity, where exchanging badinage feels forced and innate camarederie seems foreign. Or maybe its because im a total asshole to begin with.

Writing feels therapeutic.