just grilled. i am now a lump of charred matter. :|
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assumes this is "grilled" as in "interrogated". why?
this calls for a banapple session. or a frutti froyo. SOON. THAT is just the culmination of this week's drama of my life, especially acads
mine isn't just about to end. monday night and i'm free. probably. but yeah, i'm counting on trying flaming wings too.
take note of what i said: "this week's"= not about to end either. i want sweets please.
i'm out of the city. sorry. but soon. these must not build up too high or i'll get drowned in thoughts. worrying.
i AM drowned in thoughts. currently floating and drifting to be alive.
the problem is if you become (and you are) one, you fail to move and be productive. (i'd like to say stop being one, but then again
that's not such an easy thing to do)
it's not that i'm not productive. actually i'm doing things right now. but it's doing it without my mind on it. very robotic.
i'm sure i'm doing my tasks right, but i just don't feel right. :| like my body is programmed to act and my mind is another entity. :|
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