plastic time

i'm blogging on borrowed time here, my mum's laptop has 15 minutes left before death and that means 15 minutes before i get back down to work.

the past week has strangely been one of enlightenment.i learnt who i really hated [oh you of pseudo-emotion], i learnt who i really liked [oh you of ethereal nonchalance], i learnt how not to hear what i did not want to, i learnt not to give a damn about things i think are bullshit [supercilious slut], i learnt to see how families resemble each other in so many ways and more, i learnt to see that even beneath the hardest and roughest veneer there are marshmallows, i learnt what it meant to be an activist, i learnt that not all things are easily hated and forgotten, i learnt how not to be stressed, how not to stress others.

lessons learnt, lessons forgotten, i find myself learning the same old lessons.