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... )