eh. i feel tired. haha.
and i want to sleep, but i have vd to do!
and i'm procrastinating anyway. aiyaiyai...
and this is for you, ri.
because i haven't blogged in ages.
nothing much happening.
life is normal. life kinda sucks.
life is tiring. life is unfair.
and i'm just gonna bitch and whine about it.
bleurgh, because that'll solve everything. eurgh.
yeah.
and i'm not feeling very okay right now. i'm probably gonna end up typing up another rant because that's what i d when i end u feeling rather shitty and out of it, but i can't really help it because i can't think properly and nothing coherent will come out, not at least like i want it and why on earth did i need to see her? haven't i had enough from lml and now you bring up another one, who's got gorgeous eyes and looks like the sweetest sugar candy you'll ever meet and god i feel so damn incompetent and you don't seem to understand and fuck this i can't really care about that anymore but who am i kidding of course i care and then you go and tell me about how i am all the things which i'm not and it just makes me feel so god damn worse. and now there's this high pitched ultrasonic sound stabbing through my ears and it's driving me insane and i can't think properly, but then again i never think properly because now nothing i think about isn't related to you and gods whoever reads all of this must either have no life or are just very persevering because i'm fucking no idea have at least of what i'm trying to say anymore. highs come back down to earth won't you my star boy because i can't reach you where you are right now, swimming among the dripping pulsars and foggy galaxies. my little boy with the plastic crown, come down off that ladder darling dearest sweet heart love, it'll do you no good, do me no good if you stay up there. to the boy who thinks that trysts are romantic, who lusts for an angel every night, who's eyes have the entire ocean leaking out of them, who's voice can light candles among the coffins in my basement...i love you.
