waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
right now I feel the urge to scream my lungs out, bang my head on the wall and run around (not naked) crazily. I feel overwhelmed. pakshet, I hate this feeling. It's like all my hormones were injected with prozac.
I didn't know it was wednesday today till my neighbor told me, around siesta time. I got frantic as images of untouched homeworks and dusty textbooks seem to be floating towards me. Is it just me or did my scalp got loose of all my hair?
Lately, I've gotten used to being a bum and just sit around and stare at the ceiling till gravity (and the fatal attraction of my irises) compel it to crash down into me. I need to do something. Quick, hand me the remote.
To my 'friend':
"Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head. (I miss you, miss you.)"
uuuuuuyyyyyyyyy, mashee si myla.
go ahead, barf.
I didn't know it was wednesday today till my neighbor told me, around siesta time. I got frantic as images of untouched homeworks and dusty textbooks seem to be floating towards me. Is it just me or did my scalp got loose of all my hair?
Lately, I've gotten used to being a bum and just sit around and stare at the ceiling till gravity (and the fatal attraction of my irises) compel it to crash down into me. I need to do something. Quick, hand me the remote.
To my 'friend':
"Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head. (I miss you, miss you.)"
uuuuuuyyyyyyyyy, mashee si myla.
go ahead, barf.