Random Shizz.

Teen Wolf directors, I simply love you guys. Season 3 has been great so far, not so much on the storyline but how you guys set up the interactions between the characters. I'm just addicted. Plus I find Daniel Sharman increasingly attractive, god dammit sweet puppy face!

Rain, Tears, Pain.

It's cliche to cry in the rain,

But sometimes,

When you can't cry,

Rain falls on your cheek and turn to tears,

It somewhat feels like the sky is crying for us,

But who am I kidding?

No one would cry for us,

They can only represent a fraction of our emotions.

So let us drown in the rain,

It doesn't help,

But somehow it makes us feel understood.

Rain won't wash away our pain,

But with it,

Maybe we'll accept our pain,

And live with it.

The Puppeteers Puppet

I am a puppet,

I dance to the song sang by others,

And play out the stories they tell.

I am pulled and manipulated by the puppeteers we call society,

By the people I say I love.

You glee at the sight of me mindlessly following your every instruction,

A sick sense of accomplishment with each string you pull,

Endlessly abusing your control over me,

Making me pirouette deeper in a building sea of hate.

I dance for you,

I move for you,

You give me life.

But I am not without soul, without thought, without heart,

I am alive.

Your craze for control makes sure I am never heard,

You bind me with endless strings,

Demands, wishes, requests, obligations, regret, respect, guilt.

I suffocate under your rule,

Unable to break free or speak up in defence.

You make me feel small and powerless,

When in truth without me you have no show.

So you bind me,

From seeing,

From speaking,

From being me.

Until all I am,

Is a faceless wooden puppet,

Moving along to your every whim,

In silence,

Broken,

And trapped,

For all eternity.

Bound Now, Free Tomorrow.

Exams have taken over my life,

6 papers is do-able?

Studying and exams,

The best way I can describe this is,

The feeling of knowing something without knowing anything at all.

Don't we all wish we had photographic memories?

You know what?

I know the first thing I wanna do after exams,

I wanna shoot some arrows,

I wanna drown my self in demented movies,

I wanna read books and novels.

Soon, soon.

While I'm still my own person and unowned,

Free and unbound.

Just Something About My Path.

The path I favour has once again been opened.

First it was a western based education,

Then it was Psychology,

More specifically Criminal Psych.

I was discouraged,

But it would seem that the odds now favour me.

Well if I graduate.

In Another Universe.

I am on a road,

Where am I?

Panic does not come,

I know this place.

Everything looks the same,

Rows and rows of houses,

It doesn't look like it'll end.

I am with someone,

Friend? Strangers?

I can't recall,

Just people with blank faces. 

They ask me,

Do you know how to leave this place?

I say it's simple,

Just head towards that tall building.

I see a tall building now,

There is only one tall building.

A building made from mirrors,

A building made from the sky.

That is where the exit is,

And I know the way.

Wait....

I do?

I lead with confidence,

Beyond each turn taken is the same view,

Yet I know where I am headed.

How is that possible?

I get closer,

Then further,

I am still so sure.

I am in a dark hallway,

I don't know where I am,

Where were the ones who were with me?

I am alone,

I am lost,

I am far from where I need to be.

It gets darker.

I am awake,

The story has ended,

It was a dream.

But it has me thinking,

Am I alone?

Am I lost?

Am I far from where I should be?

Something I Hate.

I despise helping people who I don't think deserve it.

Not all the time,

Just mainly studies.

I run on a simple concept,

If you won't spend time listening or attending class then it's your own fault for not knowing.

Don't ask me for my notes.

I really hate it.

But I have no choice but to give it,

Cause I don't want to be mean,

Nor do I want to be treated the same way,

Because I sorta do it too.

But I don't photocopy people's notes,

I simply ask what I don't know.

Fucking study it yourself!

I came to class and listened,

I gave my time up,

What did you do?

Fuck this man!

I don't want to share because what I have is all I have to be better.

I hate that I'm like this but I hate freeloaders more.

The anger builds in me until I feel like throwing up.

But I won't say no.

I mean how can I?

P.s - Secretly, what I really hate is the fact that I work so hard yet I still can't perform and for someone who gives half or no effort to freeload off of me and score better is just detestable. I simply resent the thought of it. I really feel like punching someones' lights out.