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Thursday, 19 March 2015

"Procrastination is futile..."

Just got done re-watching both seasons of Young Justice and the end took me by surprise... again! I had completely forgotten about Wally West's (Kid Flash's) untimely death. As soon as I saw the final scene, I was immediately reminded of the emotional distraught I felt back in 2012 when I first watched the season finale as it premiered on TV internationally. I get really emotionally invested in shows, no exception to even cartoons. I know.. silly, right?

I recall making a similar post about this back on my old blog, so I won't delve too much into it, though my hype and enthusiasm from the past are reeling back in.

Can't believe it's been three years since... well, let's just say I am glad I'm in a better place now than I was before. All the ruckus I've caused, the fear I've harbored, the insanity I had to plea... It was one hell of a bullet that I'd dodged.

If anyone knew what I did to get out of what "should have been", they would probably have deemed me a coward, scrutinize me with every fiber of their being, but no one really understands the trauma one has to face in such a detrimental position, like the one I had to rebel against to get out of being... (for lack of better word) "enslaved".

For the vast minority who knows what I'm writing about, you may think I'm exaggerating, but the fact of the matter is... it's scary. I wasn't prepared - physically or mentally. The 'build-up' was the worst, having to anticipate the day... no, the hour... where I had to sacrifice my freedom... that alone was enough to dissociate me from being who I really am to compensate for what was to come (thankfully, the disaster was averted).

...and it didn't stop there. Since then, I've been developing personality after personality to cope with the psychological strain it has left on my already-unstable psyche.

I guess what I'm trying to derive at is this - there are millions of brainwaves that I have tapped into, and my natural instinct is to seek out the ideal environment that can better condition my damaged (..or twisted) mind. Procrastination is futile, which leaves only one option - resettlement.

Though the operation is still in motion, I'll keep nurturing and harvesting my alter egos - without letting it affect my social or pseudo-social life - until, of course, I've colonize a habitat fit for my slowly-deteriorating-not-yet-broken soul.

Running out of time is what I fear most.

But, running... that's all I know of.

ツ | 8:13 am

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☑ Find a best friend
☑ Learn to play the piano
☑ Be in a relationship
☑ See New York skyline
☑ Become a Game Sage
☑ Be part of a fraternity
☑ Play on a grand piano
☑ Lose virginity
☑ Have a pet kitten/cat
☑ Experience snow
☑ See the northern lights
❒ Ride a horse
❒ Sit cozily by a fireplace
❒ Build a snowman
❒ Dip a chocolate fondue fountain
❒ Release an album
❒ Be a farmer for a day
❒ See the HOLLYWOOD sign
❒ Join the circus
❒ Go skinny dipping
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