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i write habitually as a way to verbalize my far too complex thoughts which are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences that complicate life unnessarily.


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Monday, December 11, 2006 12/11/2006 11:01:00 AM
It is 11 in the morning
and I feel so fragmented
but my misery is too random,
I cannot get to the bottom of the root of this mess.
On top of feeling sad,
I also feel guilty.
i'm starting my exams in like
a few more hours to go.
& i've yet to study.
My body really aches
from the root of my hair
to the toes of my cold feet,
due to staying up late all nite.
& now i thought,
why couldn't i squeeze a lil revision time
instead of sucking all the time having fun?
fuck.
But I couldn't care,
I don't see what I can about it.
I don't care that I don't care
but I do care a little bit about not caring.
When I look ahead,
all I see is the expected demise
and I don't know about you,
but me,
I am already gone.
Like my spirit has retreated to the netherworld
and I ask,
Hey, how much longer does my body have?
wish me luck?.
urgh i gotta stop depending on luck.