It's 1 in the morning and there's plenty of other things I should be doing instead of writing this useless post but I have a habit of procrastinating. Don't we all? I don't know why I find the need to share this but there has never been an opportunity where I can let out these thoughts to someone. Lately, I honestly feel like I've changed a lot. I'm not too sure if it's for the better or worse but most likely the latter. One obvious change is my tolerance level. I cannot deal with any bullshit without blatantly telling a person about it just to let off steam or quite often now, just telling the person that pissed me off to go fuck himself, figuratively. Maybe back then I have better control at holding back my harsh words but now, not anymore. What's worse is that I don't feel bad after doing it. Is that what tends to happen as you get older? I'm just worried I might somehow cause damage one way or another. 

Unfinished

#SGrandPrix2k16

Attended the Singapore Grand Prix for the 100th time and still had as much fun as I did the first time. Halsey performed and stole my heart. Imagine Dragons performed and got me so high, a stranger told his friend that we're drunk and its scary. I did not have a single sip of alcohol so in conclusion,that stranger was just stupid. As fuck.

Toxic Relationship (Unfinished)

DISCLAIMER:

This is an unfinished post. However, I tend to never finish 

any of my posts which leads to a blog that is never updated. 

Hence, I will now continue to post unfinished contents anyway 

because I don't give a fuck.

I just took myself out of a toxic relationship for the second time with the same person last night. At this point, you would think I would have learnt my lesson but no. I still hope that one day we would end up together. Why? Quite possibly because I have never been in love or at least anything I have felt before had not been as intense as the feelings I have developed for him. All I wanted was to please him in any sense. Almost every single conscious decision I have made since meeting him was with a thorough consideration of whether he would like it or not. We had a lot of differences and he does not hold back when it comes to throwing hurtful words at me in the name of being honest. That contributed to me spending most nights and at times even during the day while out in public crying. It would always end with me blaming myself and then justifying his actions. But he's not entirely a monster. No, he is nowhere near to being a monster because how else would I even have fallen in love so deeply and have stuck through months of emotional torture? Truthfully, I do not think it is his intention to hurt me. We were just very much incompatible.