besides, this would be my 3rd post in less than 12 hrs. it truly is then.
i'm bored. and everyone's asleep. so all i'm left to do is talk to myself. since, that'd be a tad too weird, i came up with the ingenious idea of talking to the cyberspace. it's not as if anyone's listening, but at least i'll look less crazy. it's all about our image darling.
there's something nagging my mind. dont know what though. i cant sleep. i cant concentrate on esp (yes, i'm still not done. *gasp*).
like i said, i need a boost. i'm all burned-out. gimme something happy. make me leap. make me laugh till my stomach hurts. make me use my rhizorius.
i'll hate myself for saying this. but sometimes i wish for something big to happen. good or bad, it doesnt matter. i need to know that there's more than just this monotonous chug of routine i'm living week to week. it's the same thing over and over again. and it's getting old. fast. i'm only living on temporary highs nowadays. especially when i'm here.
i'll assure you that by the time i read this tomorrow, i will not identify the author as myself. something about the stillness of these early hours that makes me extremely melancholy.
"these days we go to waste like wine
that has turned to turpentine
it's 6 am and i'm all messed up
i didnt mean to waste your time
so i'll fall back in line
but i'm warning you we're growing up"
