October 3, 2007

the stress of expectations.
the melancholy of self-pity.
life's never a bed of roses.
thanks alot.
i'm not sure what i want anymore.
jc? poly?
sparstic. riddiculously retarded.
just hitting on those never-ending stacks of papers.
smart? ah wdv.
i guess it's just because i am too oriented by my surroundings.
i hate facades. whats wrong with me.
just close this if u read it, dont comment on it.
i just wanna scream.
uber random, just spilling.
life's so bright, its blinding me.
ah whatever, nothing to crap anymore.
back to work. ...
so there.
smile! gotta keep e damned spirits up.
less than a month left. argh.

Posted by :]amu at 3:55 PM