Can anyone help me drag my heels
I'm running overtime
I can't hold down my meals
My mind is racing by
Staring blankly feels
Like pulling out my teeth
While this tension winds.

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name: k.
country:singapore
gender: female

She reads too much(especially slash hpfanfiction and foxtrot), writes instinctive poetry, lives by the law of procrastination,possesses the characteristic traits of a couch potato, occupies her time with swearing at Math's disharmony with her dysfunctional brain and craves dictatorship in the confines of her room where she plots to take over the world and turn all the humans into rabbits.

She doesn't like The Angst. The Angst is what happens when teenagers write bad poetry and listen to Hawthorne Heights and think they're deep. She used to like The Angst. She is older and wiser now.

And lastly, she supports gay rights, circumstancial choice-making and speaking in 3rd person tonalities.

FAIS UN VOEUX

WISHLIST

sponsored supply of frappucinos
death by overeating of chocolate
archery license
steve guyger's latest album
france!
camera hood + 50mm macro lens
Canon E0S 40D

I suffer an apocalyptic childhood. I cease to term it a childhood (or teenagehood if you are wishing to be technical) because the definition of such a period constitutes happiness and memories of rhetoric laughter and unscheduled fun. It does not include strings of exams or sleep deprivation...definitely not frequent episodes of wallowing in self pity.

Tons of works to do and time seems to be in incooperative factor. It has a mind of its own, and a pace it seeks to satisfy itself. I am tired of lots of things, and my years of pseudo-emo seems to have translated into a very real scenario of massive depression - except I have too many things in my mind to offer authentic angst a corner to crawl into.

I don't think I want to go RJC. It is not a catharsis of any sort. The few weeks have been a catalyst to an alternative I have been mulling over. I don't know, honestly. The permanency feels hollow, its an education system wrung into your senses there is almost nothing to look forward to. More exams, maybe but otherwise I am afraid to plough into the future for what waits to greet me is only a replication of wretchedness.

On other matters, the blog will be on hiatus until I retrieve myself from proverbial hell. Then, I would refurbish these slobbery chunks of emoness and stop inflicting my emotional irrationalities on the world.

12:40 AM

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