blank stare

Last night
...I caught myself staring blankly at the wall while sitting on the wooden musky stairs with a coffee tumbler at hand. After a while, tear drops formed at the corner of eyes and slowly streamed down nto my face. And then I felt that the universe was against my plans, and my life has starting to wear down..."my life is pointless, and I am always left behind, in the limelight of my friends". My body slumped as I sulked down at the dark corner with the deep-seated feelings of angst...My voice would want to escape from my dry throat and weeping hiccups. Id want to cry out loud just like a kiddo who fell from a 20-flight of stairs with broken elbow and bleeding forehead...Urhgggs!

Alright!!! Oh well, it's dead of the night wherein boredom dominates and kills so u oughtta do something else. It's a time for blog-hopping and porn-watching and also a time wherein masturbation has no longer an effect so u betta do something else. Therefore, I just tried to organize my emo thoughts in such a way that I accommodate the least amount of sense necessary - if there is. The emo bombi is over, and the regression to childhood has already ceased. Enough with the self-pity, the wishful thinking, and the after shock of putting in to mind the happiness of simplicity. My gray matter is just filthy that it needs to be washed off from time to time, at times like this, to sort out the messy thoughts to bring back to equilibrium. There are just too much slogans to follow and exclamation points to consider...



Oh jeez, I'm confused, sorry for spending time reading this crappy post... LOL gotcha ya!

But, have you ever felt this way too? Uhm, bet you did, if not you’re a fuckin' green-blooded alien. Ciao! I’ve gotta be going!