I'm afraid to say I enjoyed it. It felt like before and I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
I'll treat it like it treats me. It isn't hard to think there is an ulterior motive. They say what you don't know won't hurt you. Sure.
We'll see how this one goes.
To be the one before would mean to change. But that one changed to be what it is now.
It's okay. Crazy.
Writing to help but I need help to write. No goals but it would be nice to see this going somewhere. Indubitably, the first and last. What do you think?
My reason would describe me as selfish. But I'd like to make good use of the time I'm able to make sense of the affairs before I fall into absolute despair and find no use whatsoever in doing so. So what do you think?
I felt like laughing. But it was the wrong occasion. Nevermind then.
Physics will kill me. Next year if not today.
But right now I'm too tired to do anything about it.
Never thought I'd have to deal with so many nincompoops at once. Sigh.
I want to kill but that will only add to my problems. The ripping and cleaning.
I'm not sorry that my pride wouldn't let me lower my head when you passed. Give me one fucking good reason to do that.
It's a disease without a cure. We're sick.
Conclusions about nights without endings and days with no beginnings.
Can I, perhaps, just at least have one say.
Is it not fitting for me? Sometimes it isn't.
But I think adapting is easier. When there isn't a way.
Let's just forget about what made us.
The taste of one late afternoon which was once sweet. It lingers.
Several bites wouldn't be enough then and sadly, it still isn't now.
You think I should rejoice? Such a victory isn't worthy of a grand celebration.
Monkey.
Callous. Indifferent. Cold. Closed. Inconsiderate. Spiteful. Rigid. Scattered. Selfish. Lazy. Disrespectful. Unreliable. Disorderly. Ignorant.
I think I'm colourful enough.
Reasons for hearts to turn away.
As I stare anxiously at what could save this, what surrounds me stays the same. No explanations, none so valid as this. Some self-inflicted injuries and I'm set to go.
Apprehension should've helped.
Rooms as glum as my heart. A glum fortress. Passing fears show no sign of revealing themselves.
I feel like the day will never end. Let's get to it already.
Living is already very tedious. Why add to the misery by taking people's lives into yours.
I admit that I can make anything out of anything.
I'm determined not to let my determination fail me. But I think I'm not that strong. These songs will prove my point but if you remember, everything happens when everything no longer matters.
Yes I'm worried.
I have no interest in morning conversations. You bastards. Bastards. Bastards. Bastards.
I killed a cockroach. I hate them so much it's not even funny anymore (But my sister would beg to differ). I secretly think she wasn't afraid because it wasn't at the place she goes online everyday -- and about to go online just before that prick of a roach showed itself.
Write for me. Write about how I always love things in the beginning.
I don't want to play the blame game. Especially not with myself.
Stupid until proven otherwise. I think that's nice enough.
Most of the time I leave myself no choice. So I can't do anything.
I shall not go on any Teacup ride for the remainder of my short life.
My very subtle middle finger gesture was apparently "ganas sangat" for the go-kart photographer. Oh well. At least I had fun poking fun at people.
