Hidden Dark Desire Is Like A Blade Between The Ribs. It Gets Hungry. It Gets Very Angry.
Indesribable. Nondesripted. Just a trivial matter but I feel like i need to jot down a lil bit to make appeace with my emotional turbulence. What if you had an encounter with a stranger just for a brief moment and you thought the person was a nice, presentable, almost perfect professionalist (erk?ader ke) you have encountered… and you presented the person to your father who at first wasn’t being truth-blunt about it then after for like 3 weeks later blurted out that the person doesn’t seems trustworthy?
Trusting the judgement of parents is the pillar of my belief but when it contradicted with what you thought was right, twinge of ashamed, stupidity and naivety began to dominate. The sense of being so OVERPROTECTED is so overpowering that sometimes you feel you just wanna rebel out, doing something based upon your own judgemental. I’m tired of being tied up in the warm cocoon. And it’s kinda dissapointing when the attempt u have made somehoew potentially could led to a serious fatal implication. I felt myself so stupid… but I guess people learnt from mistakes.