i secretly loathe the time before i go to bed each day -- the time when i will stare at the ceiling & reflect; but lately, i have been getting the feeling that, i dont really know who i am anymore. the irony of it all is, i might have been like that all along & i am either just great at suppressing it or i just refuse to let it overwhelm me.

i always feel like i have the need to keep alternating between anti-socialism & its opposite.