The quintessential emo post that all gh3y boys who come from around here will inevitably write on their blogs.

For the longest time, I have been alternating between feelings of longing and revulsion wrt the ‘Scene’ around here. You know, the pretty unattainable (actually just generally stupid and almost always bad in bed) boys, Saturday night inebrietion/indiscretions, online liaisons. Etc. And it just occurred to me that I try So Hard sometimes and I don’t realise that all of this is generally pointless and is marginally beneficial only when exercised in moderation. I don’t even realise sometimes that I’m putting so much effort to become part of a chick flick with a neon-colour palatte when really I’m all about the arthouse and the indie shite.

Obviously, in spite of this epiphany, I will, predictably, go back to my decadent ways in a matter of weeks. But I just thought it’d be good to document these thoughts that I have in this rare moment of lucidity so they serve as a sort of reminder for me to exercise restraint should I ever go overboard-overboard.

And a few conversations I had today coupled with a spot of post-mortem rumination really drove home to me who my true friends are. I think you guys know who you are lah. Thanks for sticking around for the ride. I know that I probably fail most of the time, but I have actually been trying quite hard to be a better person. It’s just……so hard, you know? Like putting a slice of chocolate truffle cake right under my nose and then telling me that I can’t eat it.

Today I left home without my iPod and thusly felt lost and irritable the whole day. I must remember never to do that again.

Gonna get a glass of milk now, then off to bed. Tomorrow I am going to make another attempt at seizing control of my life.