I feel so tranparent sometimes. Like I'm just part of the scenery.

I've learned that some people only believe what they want to believe.

Are holidays are meant to celebrate? I'm tired of all the fuss my family is making, you'd think it's all a military drill. Instead of observing the holidays, we do more decorating than celebrating.

I need a book with a happy ending. The ones I just finished were so depressing when they ended. But isn't it same with most things once they end?

Currently Playing: Duran Duran - Ordinary World