Been wanting to rant about this for a long time. (I'm a depressing person who rants about depressing stuff, heh.)

I've had a talk with a friend about commitment (true story). He tells me, before one can commit fully to a relationship, one must be able to commit to all other aspects of his life, such as studies and stuff.

I disagree.

I'm not someone who wears my heart on my sleeve, but I follow my heart more than anything. In face of my emotions, I am rendered...useless. Left flailing, like a puppet; manipulated by my feelings.

I am not commited to my studies - and it's not that I spend too much time playing. I find no motivation to do so. I don't feel that the importance of life lies in your future career, but instead in love and relationship.

Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I do think so. My friend said that without a good career, one cannot provide your loved ones with a good life. It's true - I cannot deny that. Still, still - I cannot apply it to myself. Am I just weird? Am I finding excuses to run away from work? Am I placing priorities in the wrong places? By placing love and relationships over everything else, am I condemning myself?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Who set the formula for a 'good life' in the first place anyway? Who are you to dictate the path I choose to walk on towards my future?

For now I am drifting and heading nowhere. I will continue to trust in my heart and hope it don't lead me astray.I still firmly believes in the value of relationships. I have few friends, in what I believe to be the meaning of the word. I have tons and tons of acquaintances, but friends I have but a few. And I value them. But...

I crave love. I need... someone to hug. I need someone whose ears I can whisper all these into. Not into cyberspace.

Please don't judge me. Never judge based on superficial beliefs. You'll never know what lies behind someone's past. (Not me, heh. I don't have a tragic past, but still.)

Yeah.... I'll leave it as that. It's not supposed to prove anything, it's just a rant.

And fuck yeah I do love to rant.

Been wanting to rant about this for a long time. (I'm a depressing person who rants about depressing stuff, heh.)

I've had a talk with a friend about commitment (true story). He tells me, before one can commit fully to a relationship, one must be able to commit to all other aspects of his life, such as studies and stuff.

I disagree.

I'm not someone who wears my heart on my sleeve, but I follow my heart more than anything. In face of my emotions, I am rendered...useless. Left flailing, like a puppet; manipulated by my feelings.

I am not commited to my studies - and it's not that I spend too much time playing. I find no motivation to do so. I don't feel that the importance of life lies in your future career, but instead in love and relationship.

Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I do think so. My friend said that without a good career, one cannot provide your loved ones with a good life. It's true - I cannot deny that. Still, still - I cannot apply it to myself. Am I just weird? Am I finding excuses to run away from work? Am I placing priorities in the wrong places? By placing love and relationships over everything else, am I condemning myself?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Who set the formula for a 'good life' in the first place anyway? Who are you to dictate the path I choose to walk on towards my future?

For now I am drifting and heading nowhere. I will continue to trust in my heart and hope it don't lead me astray.I still firmly believes in the value of relationships. I have few friends, in what I believe to be the meaning of the word. I have tons and tons of acquaintances, but friends I have but a few. And I value them. But...

I crave love. I need... someone to hug. I need someone whose ears I can whisper all these into. Not into cyberspace.

Please don't judge me. Never judge based on superficial beliefs. You'll never know what lies behind someone's past. (Not me, heh. I don't have a tragic past, but still.)

Yeah.... I'll leave it as that. It's not supposed to prove anything, it's just a rant.

And fuck yeah I do love to rant.