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Life is a game.
Those who play...
Play against the entire world.
There are no saves.
There are no walkthroughs.
There is only one chance.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

I came here.

I don't know what to write.

How.... Stupid. Like if you don't know what to write why are you writing all these shit here?

It's none of your business.

Anyway.

Got hit by a "depression spell" a while ago. Hard Gay cheers people up. Carbon fibre bands too.

The feeling just feels weaker and weaker. Is it me? That I can't put effort into anything I do?

It puzzles me sometimes... Maybe inside I'm just the perfect perfectionist to the point it hits me that nothing can be perfect so I don't put any effort into anything.

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

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