Hannibal Lecter’s Whore, Blog of

i hate you for being so stupid. i just can’t figure out why you keep acting that way. for 19 years i thought i’ve known you enough, yet here you are again….acting like it’s not you.

well, i told you…you’ll only end up with regrets. how can anybody be so stupid?! i thought you got something between your ears, yet what you have just shown was beyond stupidity. it’s more than that.

okay. will you do it? are you really prepared to do IT? what’s bothering me is i know you haven’t thought much about this. you just act as if everyting is an impulse. you did not even think about that stimulus. and for sure, you ended up being laughed at by the person on the other line.

THINK. of all people, i really thought it’s you who could do this best. just THINK. then if you’re ready (and i beg to disagree that you really are), then convince me to believe you. persuade me like you’ve never persuaded anyone before. tell me you’re making that step, then i’ll think about if you are indeed ready to break that line.

is the person worthy for it? you think so, don’t you? that’s because you did not THINK! for heaven’s sake, you’re old enough to realize how things could be foolish if you go beyong the limits. call it sheer conformity, yes. but don’t you think you aren’t on your sane mind after all?

think about it. YOU aren’t foolish to realize that everything is never too late. but if you insist, then DO it. just don’t come back and tell me you are sorry. April is fast approaching. i just wish you can handle things up, before everything’s too late for you.

the best of luck from your psyche.

STUPIDITY. i hate it more than anything else. yet i just realized that i’ve been stupid these past months.

it’s amazing how this world could make you feel ecstatic at one time, and depressed the second you realized you’ve been feeling ‘more than happy’.  and then you couldn’t bring back the time (how i wish i could). all you have are broken pieces, tangling strands of hopeful memories.

then maybe it’s true that the love we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest. then maybe love is a mental illness, but a pleasurable one. it’s a drug. it distorts reality, and that’s teh point of it. it would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

believe me, i’ve been through it. it’s the same feeling when you suddenly find out that you’re in love with a married man.