bondabe

There are a lot of things in this earth that often disgust me - killer looks that could literally knock me off my feet, tupperwares (read: screwballs who would tell me something too far from what they really wanna say), the kindred of my kind who overdo their messy stuff which would encourage the dumb street audience to stereotype my breed, sculptured bodies that would make me shudder, eccentric psychos who are too neurotic to think of other people's sake, citizens who paint my town red. And the list goes on. I am complicated, living in a web of deceit inhabited by unreasonable and undeserving comrades. I am so tired of living in this urban jungle forested by concrete structures. I am nobody to those who won't give a damn to my seemingly meaningless life. People often find it hard to understand my way of existence.<br /> But really, I am human. 100% human though I enjoy lesser privileges than most creatures you meet on an average day on a posh bistro or a hip party place. I lurk in depths of nothingness where no slits are staring my every limp move. I live in a shanty where rats run free and dogs bite without notice. Every single day I have to endure the hunger for simple pleasures life is stripping me of. I am alone - suspended in mid-air. No clear stand, no clear hope.