Yesterday I wrote 1.25 A4-sized page worth of words. It turns out that I forgot how cathartic writing can be.
As it is, life is a chaotic mess right now.
And I'm currently not a big fan of people in general.
I don't know what I'm doing, and every other day I think about shooting myself in the head/jumping off a building.
I need to think of new ways to die. Those are getting old.
Great, I've just broken my mid-sem resolution to be less whiny.
What a piece of random rubbish.
1 comment:
Come on, we'll go die together. (:
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