My Huckleberry friend, please take my hand as we sail down the Moon River.

Too Many Wrongs Do Not Make A Right

You're petty with your moolah, I'm petty with the "nitty gritty seemingly inconsequential but in reality downright essential because when accumulated they kill us" details. Suddenly the banker's words ring so true. It's not that I haven't related my disappoinments to you, but you're just to DENSE to empathise. Too freaking thick.

You're a miser, I'm just sensitive.

You're stingy with your affections, I'm stingy with my attention.

You're a self-absorbed and unfeeling object, I'm just a girl deprived of love.

You're lacking empathy, I'm lacking patience.

You're inconsiderate and insensitive, I'm just destined to have people bowing at my feet.

You're innately uncommunicative, I'm innately easily affected.

You're a block of wood, or a damn piece of thick char siew for that matter, I'm just in tune with my emotions.

Don't you see? I'm always right.

Maybe too right for the wrong person like you to handle.

And Keon, thanks for being such a sweetie that you always have been. I've a feeling we'll go a long, long way. (:

dysphoria came at 12:19 AM