Fictitious.

Trailing the contours of my palm with a fingertip, I realized that I actually like this, this feeling that overcomes me whenever even the tiniest contact of our skin occurs. It feels awfully strange, and yet this strange feeling is what I seem to have a liking of. I guess I have a natural tendency to gravitate towards the socially unaccepted or whatever politically correct word fits. I feel as if there is newness in me whenever I talk to this, this person that I have only known for not so long. I feel as if I am another person. I feel as if I have forgotten who I am, or who I thought I was. I feel.

We embraced hands.

FML

As usual, I feel utterly depressed at the transpirations occurring around me, or more appropriately, the lack thereof. I am once again drowned by my own lethargy and the irony is that I do not know how to swim. I've been suffering from sheer confusion aggravated by the mountainous workload that I have yet to finish. It also does not help that the probable solution to my problem is certainly something quite tiresome to accomplish and since I am already encompassed by my own sloth and idiocy I doubt that I will actually be able to begin what I possibly intend to do. But then, of course, all I have said is merely theoretical for my own indecisiveness is apparently causing my soon implosion stemming from the fact of my own self.

I have a fucked up life, heck I don't even think I have a life at all.

Every question he seemed to ask of me formed into sharp, thin blades licking and caressing every inch of my neck.

I faltered yet again...

Felicitations to Valediction.

And so it begins, as it always has.

The very reason I started this blog was to start anew but, obviously, I am doubtful as to how I could possibly achieve that. I could never possibly start from scratch, pretend as if the past was merely a fictitious reality that I would so gladly deem merely a dream, perhaps maybe even nightmarish, maybe even heavenly in specific facets. It still stands though, no matter what I say nor do I can never fully escape from my past and that is why this new beginning in my life isn't really a beginning for the more appropriate term to be used is "Continuance". I've grown older and wiser now, and I think I can confidently say that I'm much more a person than I once was when I first started blogging, or rather, when I first started writing.

Probably. Probably not.