a late confession.

honestly,i have a lot of ramblings to do. i would love to write it here but i'd rather not because i'm lazy. not lazy to write but lazy to cherish the pieces of memory back because i forget a lot. that explains a lot why i need a notebook by my side,to jot down everything that crosses my mind in the moment. too bad at the moment i thought of those ramblings,i was lazy to jot them down. you and i both know that i would only say nothing more than the words i truly mean. i speak truth most of the time but i dont simply put it in a way people can easily fathom. i dont mind if you cant grasp it because i speak sarcasm too. my words did not seem to reach you sometimes but if they did,because there is still a small chance you did,no matter how many times my words did reach you because obviously they are audible,i still dont mind because i know,and i am sure you could never grasp their meaning. i still remember those days where i had mustered up all my courage i didnt think i had,and i didnt think i was capable to say those things in my own perspective but i knew i needed to. for some inexplicable reason,i know i dont mind speaking truth all the time,i dont mind opening up to everyone i meet,telling them how awesome they are sometimes,how i hate they act like a spoiled brat and how terrible the society is now,because they believe what they hear. they hear what is audible.

then who will listen to ramblings in this heart which cannot be heard through the vibration of particles?
which is the truth some people are seeking.

im sorry. 
when i say you look great today,
maybe it's the truth
but dont forget
i sometimes speak sarcasm

when i say i hate you,
is it parallel with the unaudible?


too many things to tell but im afraid i will bore you.
until next time.