i don't understand why people do the things they do sometimes, like how i don't understand why i do the things i choose to do at times.
it hurts, it's painful, and it's... plain stupid.
all this messing around's getting nowhere. no where at all.
God help me.
plans are but fragments of your imagination until they're concretized in history by action.
i've got plans, do i have the cement or the ink to put them down in history?
i sure hope so.
honestly i'm already thinking of the next semester when i ain't even done with my current exams. why is my mind straying?
argh... it's another 72 hours away.. tick tock tick tock.
painfully slowly, yet a little too quickly for my comfort.
i'm confused. i think i am. am i?
ok i feel like i'm speaking into a mirror, this is weird by the current circumstances, but it wasn't too long ago that i used to do this quite often eh? not literally, i meant talking to myself; thinking.
