Like wasabi soya sauce dripping into a pile of faux japanese rice, the brown seeping indulgently into the spaces. On and on, the core of the pile saturated with sauce while the sides seemed to still gleam with whiteness. How long can it last? The sides held up but the sauce crawled out unexpectedly from the bottom, and the plate started to flood. Before long the rice started to crumble and all of it became tainted with the browns...



There's nothing good in being a good person, for caring with all your might, for loving with all your heart. All the intentions and efforts seen as fluff in the air and clouds in the sky. Flaws highlighted with bright yellow highlighter. I actually gave thought to 'love doesn't expect anything in return', that's why I could have held on for so long, and actually managed to tell myself I enjoyed it. But there's no other word for that except FOOL. How can you keep caring and giving and end up being treated like a stray dog? No proper home, no proper love, to eat leftovers whenever people think you look vaguely cute that day. How long can you take it? As long as it takes for you to get shot and killed and dumped into the trash, I've learned. And I've learned that lazy, mean, fake, inconsiderate, selfish people are attractive. And there is absolutely no use in being the opposite. There's so much more to playing the game, so much more to learn. There's no such thing as loving with all your heart ever, and I don't know where I got that stupid idea from. All my friends seem to know how to scheme and manipulate. And I'm still a big bloody fool. Still hoping for that someone I can love with all my heart and not get shot down for it.



beauty gets the attention and personality gets taken advantage of