kym

I've gone crazy last year. Recently, I thought, I'm on my way to recovery. I'm afraid I'm not. Not at all. I haven't shaved off all my hair though, so I think (I think), I have not totally gone over the edge. Thank goodness.I'm two-faced. I lie. Actually I'm so good at it, that most people are under the belief that I can never do it. But, I'm gullible. So, when people tell me that I'm the kind of person who can't lie, I believe them. It's a vicious correlation of characteristics.But, I don't think life is all that complicated. If we wanted it to appear simple, I think it could be. But life without having to feel some sort of confusion might lead to a very boring one. Which not all of us prefer having.I, for one, don't want a boring life. But I can be a boring person. Sometimes, I even feel inadequate. But that's a whole other story. I'm creative. But I don't exactly have conventional works of art.I'm anti-social. But I love talking so much, it's hard for me to decide on which sort of thing I do in social situations. Sometimes, I end up being misunderstood, but if I'm lucky, I'm a tripper, and everyone loves me. But I don't love everyone. In fact, I don't think I'm ready to admit that I have loved someone at any point of my life. But I do care for a lot of people. And I respect a lot more.I think it's much easier to love things than people. Not out of materialism. Or selfishness. Or out of being shop-crazy. It's mostly that pain from losing love is much easier to accept when dealing with things. Hah! Cheesy.I felt like writing today. I don't exactly feel good while doing it. Especially, that this should have been blogged. But still.