<bgsound src="" loop=infinite> Delusional Traveller at a crossroad

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May 16, 2005

A bundle of thoughts.

I've been distored lately. Assignments coming on and on, its like having your intestines being ripped inside out, leaving you feeling all so vulnerable and sick to your stomach. Everyday I'm in front of the computer, everyday I'm molesting the mouse, everyday I'm massaging the keyboard, everyday I stare cock at the screen. Ahh, such distorted things, only friends can put things back in perspective for you.

Skipped a class today. My transport didn't want to attend class and I had no transport back so I followed my transport home. I know, I took the easy way out. It's so easy to proclaim to yourself that you want to be the top of the class this semester but it so hard to keep up to it. Burden beyond my comprehension. All I aim for now is for a pass or a credit. Distinctions looks so far away, High Distinctions are delusional. Pass and credits seem more likable.

I don't like myself right now. Slow, stupid and whining. What to do, got no output to let go. Takkan smoke meh? T_T

If I get through this. I promise I will very much try hard to improve myself to the max so that I will never have to go through this again.

Anyways, I visited Chris today, wuz sooo sick and tired of molesting the mouse. It came to a point where the surroundings needed to be in total silence. A sudden break in the silence was like one thousand needles piercing through my eardrums. The noise was deafening. A burp, a hello, a "how are you" by my mom. It all seems so hostile. Hmmm, I would be a very good specimen for stress-related experiments.

So nevermind, push yourself over the limit neth. Grind yourself so hard, you wished you never knew yourself. Take that final step off the cliff. Run, skip, hop, whatever you do, look down and embrace the ground, hold your hands out, grab the ground within the fingers of your hands, feel the blood rushing to your head, savour every sensation of the ground rushing towards your eyes. Feel it, feel ittt! But whatever you do, there's no turning back.


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