[emo trip: very sad by default, wet cheeks go well with pink shirt.]
i was really thrilled to just talk to you. the ringtone was dearly missed by yours truly. oh, the joy of just hearing your breath. it all came crumbling on me towards the end. i should have just fall asleep. saves us, me you, the trouble of all these. of course, you'd probably be sleeping right now and i would just sit here, stoning to oh such wonderful songs.
songs can do so much you know?
cleared my mind, just reciting. the giants walking with them little kids. how big i felt. my presence still welcomed by the family. remembered how little i was when i washed carpets, fry imaginary mee and spend time in their house. it's sad now that we're far apart and older- we tend to forget the things we once promised ourselves to.
he didnt want to look at me, not eye to eye. i am still wondering why.
i cant hide the sobs coming out of my room and dad's a little bit suspicious, opting to stay awake tonight. i know he's monitoring me. he's as obvious as a transparent plastic cup.
is it? the coming of the end is near, pray tell. tell me it's not true. i have yet to discover life, yet to do the many many things on my things-to-do-before-i-die list to actually die. when the sky meets the earth, oh how petrified and remorseful we will all be. the signs are here and they're not something to be ignored.
possibly 2 interviews tomorrow. meetups and whatnots. i badly need some retail therapy, and only mums know best, no?
i have tired worn out eyes today. dont look. theyre smaller than usual.
pop some pills, go to sleep. ah yes, the daily mantra's calling me. is this goodbye?
guess so, too bad.
say something nicer. now if not forever. shit, scrape forever. world's not going to last anyway.