Wednesday, August 22, 2007

stop.

*Please ignore this post if you've been awoken by the lovely chirping of the songbird by your window, with the sun rays beaming brightly on your smiling face. or if you've just had a nice day, to put it simply. close this page now, and go visit some gossip blogs. :) go! leave before it's too late! dont say i didnt warn you. *

is the coast clear? ok here goes.

recently, i've been asked loads of questions. questions about this, that, everything, anything. just loads of questions. questions, questions, questions.

QUESTIONS.
HI. IT HAS TO STOP.
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!

i really dont know alot of answers to those questions. be it about school(project) or my life. and quite FRANKLY, i dont think i can answer any of them anymore. i cant squeeze out a reply. not for now, at least.

my mind's in a whirl. seriously. there're so many things going through my mind right now. even right at this instant. and the thing is, i know many people are just like me. and some probably have it worse. you know the feeling. that kind of feeling. that feeling where one day your head just tells you, "seriously, you have to stop."

so stop.
and stop thinking that i'm unconcerned with the shit around me.
stop it with everything. please.

but really, no offence to those who mean well(jackasses not included). i appreciate the concerns, i really do. especially with what's going on recently. appreciated! it's just that, at this moment, this period, this instant, my mind is not letting me give out any explanation to anything.

to say it nicely, i'd say that i just "need a short break from everything."
to speak my mind, i'd say that i'm " really bloody, fucking tired."

i cant remember when the last time i had a break was.

look, i dont know what the hell is wrong with me, you see. so i'm really sorry. but i think i need to shut out the rest of the world. it works better for me this way.

meanwhile, you know i dont drink. but i feel like i'm drunk as i'm posting this right now. hmm. maybe i am. all that's missing is the bottle...of well, alcohol. ha-ha. ha-h..

ok hell. it's not even funny.

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