m i s a n t h r o p y.

So well... Here we are again, another ramble on a blog that no one will probably bother to open but here we are... Yet again. This is Juliet's fault I say... Getting me interested in blogging again, but well... I haven't the place to put all my ramblings anymore. Multiply's too crowded, and Facebook was never the place for rambles. So welcome to m i s a n t h r o p y.

It's too late in the night... Or maybe too early in the morning, for me to give any "insights" on anything substantial so here's my first post. It's short and silly and full of nonsense, but here it is. Sweetest dreams... Don't forget to wish on the moon.

Heavens! Can anything more cruel be conceived, and was ever a heart treated like mine? What! I am justly angry with her, I come to complain, and I am quarreled with instead! My grief and my suspicions are excited to the utmost, I am allowed to believe everything, she boasts of everything; and yet, my heart is still sufficiently mean not to be able to break the bonds that hold it fast, and not to arm itself with a generous contempt for the ungrateful object of which it is too much enamoured.Perfidious woman, you know well how to take advantage of my great weakness, and to employ for your own purpose that excessive, astonishing, and fatal love which your treacherous looks have inspired! Defend yourself at least from this crime that overwhelms me, and stop pretending to be guilty. Show me, if you can, that this letter is innocent; my affection will even consent to assist you. At any rate, endeavour to appear faithful, and I shall strive to believe you such.

The Misanthrope - Moliere

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