The Return of the Comeback

Wow. It has been 3 years since I took up the persona of Monsieur Aronnax and wrote required entries to receive an acceptable grade in English during my senior year in high school. I had so much fun in writing down those entries and transforming them into melancholic and grievous entries that readers would become so downtrodden as to pick up an empty bucket and fill it with salt water. I'm now an incoming senior year but I still feel that I lack the maturity needed to be branded as a college student. Currently, I'm doing my on-the-job training and since I'm not in the mood to code for a project due on June 2, I'm gonna write instead. For those, who had already read my previous entries, a lot of years have gone by and I feel I have matured and this could probably change the way I look at things and for that I must warn you ahead of time.

Today however, I will extinguish Aronnax and write new entries as what I really feel. Prepare yourselves readers, as I will make you plummet down to hopelessness and make you wish you would have never tried reading this right now. Just kidding.

I'm gonna talk about the most talked about topic in the girls' bathroom (besides k-pop or j-pop), as well as in the boys too (besides DOTA and Elly Tran). Love. Go ahead, close this window quickly or puke and laugh your head off. You're the one who's gonna clean it up anyways. Love is a many splendid thing. Love is like a rosary full of mystery. Love hurts but sometimes is a good hurt. Love, love, love, I want your love. Love me, love me, say that you love me. And I could go on and on with songs about love. Well, isn't love that great? Yeah, in a sense but believe Mr/Ms. Love is an unpredictable freak of nature. Sometimes, it can make us believe that there are fairy tale endings but sometimes it can make us believe that Beast did ate Belle or that the little mermaid ended up in a can of sardines and eaten by his beloved prince. Yeah, that's a fact. Love can hurt and it's freakin' painful. I do think there are some unfortunate enough to experience this kind of hurt, and for that I feel your pain while there are some who are just so lucky that I'd wish I could be like them. Hey reader, did you had enough of this love talk that you'd rather want to write codes instead or even clean the whole house all by yourself then by all means go. The next lines would be indeed hard for me to share but let me. "The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. "- this is a quote I just picked up on a website while I was bored, which I happen to be experiencing right now. For me, love is such a strong word that I'd just prefer to use the word like. It's painful but I have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world, there's still many fish in the sea. I'd lie to myself a hundred times and yes, it can reduce the pain but it's still there, like a leech that intends to keep you for dinner and just wouldn't budge off. It could be compared to a pain reliever if you like to be scientifically-inclined, yes indeed. Just like festering wounds, it will take time before it heals completely. I have always laughed about these kinds of things, but once you feel it, it's no denying that it's there, it exists and you're stuck with it, whether you like it or not. If you're one of my friends and are feeling so exasperated and terribly sad for me, then I assure you, I'm gonna be alright. I still have a full life ahead of me and I hope you'll continue on riding with me until I feel that I should stop writing again. Till the next part, Nico Sagun.