sabaw.
bulleted, because everything's coming in concentric rings, with each successive wave not necessarily (not at all) related to the last.
- of all the spam virus mail that goes around, this is perhaps the MOST sabaw one i've gotten lately:
- i realize your distance ends up diffused in the things i do. somehow i look for you in the way i'm trying to redefine my life. but at the end of the day, i simply resign myself to the fact that yeah, you're just better at everything, and whatever it is i do probably won't be in the same ballpark. (awww /wrists. hahaha!)
- i grow old, i grow old, i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. ... do i dare disturb the universe?
- maybe it's time to stop running. (fig&lit) and coach says i need to work on my footwork for tennis. oh well. i'm secretly hoping that it'll rain tomorrow, cause honestly i just would like to rest my sunday away.
- i'm afraid: at the end of the day, we are all alone in our deaths.
- the science of sleep:
What do you want me to do? *sob.
I don't know! Touch my hair, or something. (sigh) - yeah, 21 is back on for now. 21's a good number. and 21 is far enough.