I should stop indulging myself
"wake up kid, its the real world
THE ONE WHERE YOUR NOT REAL IN IT."
figures, I'm back to being old me again...fuck
and hell, i just found last year's PW surveys:P
RAWL...epic fail sia...
sitting down to lunch, i couldn't help but notice the keys in my hand
indeed, the keys are in my hand.
maybe for me to be happy, i gotta sort somethings out
1. my hangup with XY.
nothing even happened, nothing should have happened. now all i want is 2 things
2 F words actually...and i really don't know how to get them back
that's the thing that has been perplexing me.
because its for her to give, not me2. my studies, should really be much better than what it is now...
but its ingrained into me already...i swear, i REALLY
DUNNO HOW TO STUDY...
3. my issues with God.
this should be easy...or not...
4. some other commitments here and there...zzz
NPCC, mental issues...family and friends,
but let's just let them sort themselves out
and the root of all these problems: me, rather, my laziness...
i shun difficulty, for the "mental strain" that it gives me
be it gaming, guitar, organ or, best of all: studies.
me thinks that i need help in that.
life is like a ball of yarn
as it rolls and unwinds, knots and kinks will arise.
those be your trials...so straighten them out, pun intended.
and i don't want to die yet, not till i'm readycos this resolution will be made:
by the 6th of November this year
Baby Girl will have to cease to exist, as society dictates.
time for vectors to fill my head.
and I'M GETTING FAT...XD
Cheers:)
