I'm up at 3 in the morning. Uncommon. I had to do homework and then I sat around amusing myself with thoughts of past mistakes, present regrets, and dreading the future. I really shouldn't be up so late, but it feels like one of those design nights. Just like old times. The same "old times" I had hoped to never return to.

I'm picking cherries, but I wish the task isn't so monotonous because I tend to fall and trap myself in my own thoughts. My mind wanders here and there between reality and dreams and I conjure up visions and stories that are unreal and will never be. I even start talking to myself and have conversations with myself. Everything feels so diluted. ( Read more... )

Can't say that my life has been going too well. My iPod Touch was stolen at work awhile back, and only last week, some idiot smashed my sister's car and stole my new MacBook Pro. It's unfortunate because the laptop was buried under clothes and bags while lying in the trunk. I cried. Obviously. Can't deny I was thoroughly upset over losing my laptop ( Read more... )

My sleeping schedule is screwed up, along with my mentality and my lack of sympathy for the people around me. What, you're behind on homework? I don't care. You're failing? I laugh. You're depressed? Me too ( Read more... )