i met a stranger yesterday. she's 29. yes, 29. someone of that age that i'll never expect myself to sit down and have proper conversations with. well it was strange but comforting in a way. they say you get to know yourself better from interacting with strangers because people who know you are already prejudiced or rather you are prejudiced against people whom you already know; you just assume.

anyways everyone has their own stories to tell. by that age, i guess she's accumulated quite a lot of experience, you know the 'been there done that' as compared to some raw piece of meat like me. well older doesn't necessarily mean wiser, they still make the same shit mistakes. mine is the same old story, and i am so ashamed of it somehow. it's like this old hideous scar slapped across my face, and maybe that's why i don't look at anyone else anymore. i want to but i dare not.

sometimes it doesn't mean that when you know that is wrong means you wouldn't do it. i wonder if a person could overdose on wrongdoings. whoever stays loyal or true anymore? we just keep asking for more till we become obese with greed.