'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Messed Up

I don't need reminder that I'm feelin' cranky and very out of sorts. (especially NOT from you. Urgh)

And the worst thing? I dunno what for.

Lemme see. The second worst thing. Not being able to sleep now 'cos I slept too much today. (Repeat after me now... P-I-G)

Hmm if only my world revolved around computer games and TV like my bros'.
Too bad it doesn't.

Seriously if the sky came crashing down this very minute I'd be glad of it; at least I wouldn't have to face another tomorrow. (ooh Dark. You'd think I'm some depressed maniac. But maybe that's not too unfounded...)

What am I doing posting this madness anyway.

Nawp. *brandishes pen and criss-crosses the above post away*

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