Wired.

Was I wired to be in this situation?
Rubbing alcohol hurts the wound, yet cleans it at the same time.
And I'm there.

He caught himself fighting for control. He hadn't expected this to happen, didnt want it to happen. He hadn't come here for this.. yet...
Yet...
Yet... the feeling went on despite himself. Felt as if he hadn't in months, as if all of his dreams can still come true.
Felt as though he'd finally come home.
Without another word, they came together as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

What can I really do now?

"You can fix anything." - The Sanchez Family

Was I in denial? All that time? All along, when I kept on telling myself that I don't care, nor did it matter to me. Was I in denial? Cause right now, I feel as if the things that I have told myself were all lies. Somehow, everyone and everything around me, is telling to go for what I really want to. And somehow, there's only one in my mind. And as foolish as it may sound, I think I'd like to go for it, now that I've actually taken myself off the situation and know the right things to do. I havent laughed like this, nor talked to anyone so.. naturally. Everything comes so naturally between us. Then again, we don't exist. But we're so good... and as selfish as this may sound, I wann go farther, because that's how I see you. I didn't want to sit beside you because the first thing I would've done was hold your hand and hold you. I'd like to start all over again, show you how much of a better man I am than them, prove to you that I am that better guy and make you realize, I changed..

And now, I'm ready to go for what I want. Keep my eyes in the prize. Because this is me. And the most natural thing that I can think of is being with you.

Snucks, unreal, demented and disfunctional.
And I'll uncover the real me, realizing that there's only you.
Ex? Nah, never. I can never see you that way.
Oh, remmeebr that time, when another one was involved, and I still got you?
Well, let me do it all over again. Because I know I can.

Correct me if I am wrong but, I have proved you wrong way too many times.
I will do it again.

Moderation.

Gotta get this out of my system first:

Cassie's tatas... niicceee (Y)
Respect to whoever hacked her computer
Actually, whoever you are, you're part of my idol lists now.

Life moves on. Let's enjoy this.

Find her.

Crack Open.

Man, vote things today.
Politics even in schools.
I voted for yohan, only because.

Anyway, what happens next?
I think, all I can say is,

I don't want one, don't need one.
But my life is so
And we are so
And you could be

I just want to be in you
Not in you, sexually, because everyone thinks that nowadays
I'd like to be in your mind, and in your thoughts and in your dreams
I'd like to be in your heart, and in your soul
And in that hidden treasure that you keep from everyone else
Becuase I'd like to know you
And be in you, the way no one else have been

Man, what a lonely and hopeless romantic.
Why do I have so much inspiration?

Booo !

So, I finally organized my blospot posts. On the right you will see the groups of posts that I have written.

Aristotle's Words: Poems
Chapters: Stories
Ramblings.com: Random rants
Propaganda: Shotout for random things
Bartender Recipes: Some recipes for drinks and such as
Egotistic Productions: Upcoming projects by the Egotistics

Read and have fun :)

Keep being amazing, self :)

I realized...

Montana, this one's for you.

One more.

I see you walking right beside me.
Angelic beauty, goddess-like strut and your feisty mimic of a swagger.
You look at me, yet don't really see me.
For I am only an affiliate, only a companion and only a comrade.
Compared a celestial being like you, I am only a vagabond, an indigent.
I am nothing.
Blessed be the blind, for he can not be trapped in your glimpse, like I do.
For every time I am, I am reminded of my agenda.
A disguise that I have kept inside, long enough to be forgotten and not be seen.
A secret, embedded deep within the very fabric of my egotism.
My famine for your attention.
This feeling that burns my soul, like the little drops of venom on Loki’s back that trembles the underground and leaves the earth trembling.
That most intimate adrenaline that passes by my brain, stopping me from comprehending anything, leaving me mindless every time I see you.
You put me in a state of no mind.
Especially when I look at your smile; the intricate work of art carved into a beauty by a Michelangelo.
Or your radiant shine, that brightens up the world that I carry on my shoulder, like the lonely titan, Atlas.
But I am still nothing.
I am Samson and you are my hair, and the fate that brings us together, is the Delilah that tricked me.
You are the moon, and I am the Wolverine that walked down the path of human, only to be fooled and not to be able to touch you but only to admire you from the land so far away.
You are highly unattainable.
Only a wish that can be granted by the most generous god.
Yet somehow, I still try.

One more try.

Bleah.

What can I say? I feel weird.
I feel so.. off today, actually.
It's not a bad thing or a good thing or any thing at all.
I just.. feel weird out.
Its as if, all I want to do is sit down, get some rest and do nothing, for the rest of my life.
Why?

It's all this pressure I'm putting on myself.

Am I happy? Yes, very.
But am I frustrated? Yes, very.

Im having a.. war against myself, in the inside, of what's right, and whats I should be doing.
And right now, all I can say is that, I need a long rest. The sun needs to come out so I can go to the beach, spend my time there, and get plenty of amazing sun and relaxation. I gotta stop doing this to myself.

Very nice.

Oh, One more thing.

Keep being amazing, self :)

Exhausted.

One can only tell if pressure will make you or break you.
Right now, pressure is breaking me, tearing me apart, into little bits of pieces.

But only pressure shows the real you. Somehow, it builds you.
If one can cope with pressure, then one can cope with anything.

Right now, it's taking all of my energy.
I am exhausted.

Pressure of keeping that look.
Pressure of having one.
Pressure of getting there.
Pressure of going somewhere in this.

For once, I left a question blank in my physics test.

Talkin' to waste catties is making me feel so waste.
Talkin' to stupid waste catties is making me feel so waste AND stupid.
Talkin' to stupid idiotic waste catties is making me feel so waste AND stupid AND idiotic.

I'm wired, to feel this way.
It's getting into me.
I'm feeling so.. less amazing with everything.

One,
Stop distracting my mind.
I need to focus.

Two,
Stop being stupid.

Three,
I need my fucking phone !
Get the fuck out of my life, already.

Keep being amazing, self :)