There are in general 3 things that usually strikes a chord with me. Abandonment, betrayal and abuse.
right now i’m feeling none of the above but rather something different but just as unpleasant. Oh well, forget everything i said in the previous journal post. I wonder exactly when the old practical Fahmii went and the new sentimental Fahmii came.
wandering around in a gleeful time, a little change it helps put perspective into place.
something non trivial like like, like love, like life blooming and disappearing in a wild fire.
does it really negate a person’s self being? is a gamble that might end bad really worth trying?
This image of things i should do and become i cannot provide. These sentimental things they’re messing with me inside.