On a far, far away place. None of this bull. Just for a while.
Where can I get one of those eh?
SIGH
I feel terribly monotonous. It's like things are losing meaning. All dehydrated and dried up. Like ugly prunes or salty smelling fish or shrivelled up socks that's hanging too long in the sun.
Nothing holds my thought for more than a day now. I'm sadly unresponsive to things that used to make me squeal.
I can't even find excitement in food. Glooorious food.
Can you believe that?
You know The Dancing Dwarf, that story used to creep me out no matter how many times I read it but just now, all I did was twitch my nose. I was b.o.r.e.d. with it.
Whenever I'm by myself in the room, I'd have a staring contest with the wall. Under the covers at night, I'd stare at the shadows on the blanket, not hearing the music blaring through my earphones, and just blank out. I'm not malfunctioning though. I just seem to lose interest and drift away much faster than usual.
And it scares me how I'm stubbornly refusing to give two cents rat's ass, or even try to care about what's supposed to be on the top of my priority list. I'm so bad.
Honestly I can think of a few other places I'd rather be than here, but none of them are as...well, solidly secure. If that makes sense.
Guess what? I cannot for the life of me stop singing!
In the taxi, in the toilet, in class.
I sound good too, especially in the toilet.
But you don't sing when you wash your hair. You might swallow shampoo.
Kakngah said,
"Die yg awk least xpect to be frens(or more) tu la yg most likely, ok."
She meant, most likely to be your boyfriend slash lover slash husband.
...........Noooooooooooooo.
Eh, I just realized! All my sisters have boyfriends except for me! That's so...sad.
But knowing that there's people like Ed Westwick and Orlando Bloom out there makes it hard for me to consider normal people.
-___-
sweet mellow and tutupid is in my dictionary now. thanks B. :D
ika
Current mood: blah
Listening to: I Predict A Riot
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