I don't quite like this place now
there's just so much space
and you'll always have this... urge to 'fill it up'
and when i rant
i tend to be whiny
ppl say it's ok. ppl say i'm not whiny
but i'm not so sure.
-
well.
I don't want to say anything about today
I don't have anything to say about today
or. maybe i do *shrugs*

I still feel normal
i'm happy about that
but i'm not happy.
well, not happy happy
um, know what i mean?
ahhwells.

I've said 'I don't care' so many times
But I'm still going round in circles
maybe it shrank and became smaller
or maybe it grew bigger
but i'm really starting to tire
and i don't know why it's so dire
that i have to care

I think I'm going to start avoiding
though i know it's not exactly solving
but i never knew where i was going
or what i was doing
nothing was ever helping
so it really doesn't matter

Well, there.
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caro.
i read your blog
and people are going to call me sadistic
but when i read the bottom part
i burst out laughing ^^
i don't know why. maybe it's my weird moods
and so (don't know if you're going to appreciate this but)
thank you (: *hugs*

I cleaned my room.
I couldn't stand the mess.
so now i feel somewhat happy.
or at least clearer
though still very grounded.
and i found this... poem among all the clutter
it wasn't written all that long ago
and i realised that things regarding my emotions keep on repeating
well, in a way about the same thing(s)
but still.
i'm going round in circles.
and we all know circles don't end
well. actually all shapes don't end
they might have corners and all
but they really don't end at all
...
ok. shall stop thinking

ah die. there's lit tomorrow isn't there?
/:
I don't know what to feel.
I guess panic is the best feeling now.

I just hope I can do what i said i would do.
-
among all the clutter
i found something
i think it used to matter
and it used to have meaning

it was a book
filled with pictures of you and me
looking at it used to make me choke
but now i can no longer see
like how i did before
but i know i still miss
what we had, that which i did adore
but everything now is a wisp
of what it was before