I have a serious craving for some popadons right now.
I've been playing far too much IWBTG. It's six now and I've done less than half my work. I've taken procrastination to an art form. No sleep tonight, I see...
That, and I think my love is sad again. Another crazy poem, the kind when you can't quite tell whether it's a poem or a rant. Kind of like another Scream of the Empath. I wish it didn't have to be this way. I wish we could just be happy. Sometimes I feel like achieving happiness is impossible and I just want to go all crazy-emo and slash my skin until there's nothing left to feel the pain anymore... but that's not an option. I must now force myself to listen to a happy song until I cheer up. One in particular springs to mind...
Or maybe I'll write a happy song. I don't know.
I wonder how I'll be remembered in life.
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Not sad. Just tired. I didn't get to catch up on the sleep I wanted to.
Something about moonlight and sunlight is so similar.
Too many things on my mind that night.
I'm not sad. You need not worry.
I'm feeling rather giddy right now. Not quite sure why.
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