October 2009
I was tired because I failed. Tired because I saw no point in keeping on going. Tired because of all the craziness in life. Tired of all the pathetic people who were stupidly wasting their time and the significant and essential energy only on useless so-called education, when they could just hone their skills and mind on the field of studies that they were truly interested and passionate about,...
I love writing stories of my life, then deleting written stories of my life. Their riddance makes me feel lighter, shallower than shower floor water. I hate having to rewrite them for a personal response for a religion course, since I’m now too shallow to think of any different circumstances than the previously written stories of my life. I don’t understand, myself gets it.
There was change in the weather, and I didn’t know where to go.
:RIGHT
Uh… note,
Notes…
Tune in and out.
It’s it’s Shades, tones,
Harm only strings
Get it together and we’ll get it undone.
I’m sometimes bored.
I’m a sensitive bore sometimes.
I know you like my eye bags.
Don’t I?
Don’t you?
“Dis… gust
… spair
… may”
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“‘Composer’ is a word which here means a person who sits in a room,...”
– http://lemonysnicket.com/VileVideos/
[3:07pm Thanksgiving day 09]
Toute Seule.
I hate when things are over when so much is left unfixed.
Do I seem to be sleep-deprived?
