Let's all run around naked until the end of earth.

I thought I’ve lost the thoughts that I had 10 years ago. Bad thoughts. But it came back because of that one person. I’m a person who doesn’t regret but I have to admit, I really do regret knowing you. Never in my life someone could really bring me down. Those hurtful words that had been spat to me by your filthy mouth, I still could remember it vividly. You mean nothing to me anymore.

Have you ever had that feeling when you are about to reach that kind of happiness that makes all the bad things go away and when you’re about to grasp that climax suddenly it’s all gone and you don’t even know why? Yeah.


And I wouldn’t be the man I am today without the woman who agreed to marry me 20 years ago. Let me say this publicly. Michelle, I have never loved you more. I have never been prouder to watch the rest of America fall in love with you too as our nation’s first lady.

—Barrack Obama, 2012 victory speech.

Just a sad, emotional bastard.

Why do we feel sadness? Come to think of it, no matter how happy you are feeling, be it now or later, you will eventually feel sadness all over again. Is sadness an emotional baggage? Or maybe happiness is? I have been happy. Or I’ve tried to be. But no matter how much positivity surrounds me, that annoying sadness comes creeping up again. But I’d like to believe that a little sadness every now and then brings you back to reality. Everything is not all rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. Or that strawberry fields the Beatles kept singing about. I think happiness is an illusion as it only lasts for a moment. Everyone is in that pursuit of happiness. Do they actually achieve it? Maybe eventually they will but happiness won’t be achieved without experiencing sadness. How can you be happy if you don’t know how sadness feels like? Don’t get me wrong. I like being sad but that doesn’t mean that I’m emotionally unstable. I just have a lot of feelings. Feelings that I couldn’t comprehend at times no matter how hard I try. I’m just a sad, emotional bastard. And am I happy with that? I guess.