suprisingly i have nothing to do.
well, just an errand to the library.
but that can wait.
oh it's such a mundane day.
i feel like asking someone to accompany me.
well well well. maybe not.
shall not disturb others.
now we know, that the world without angels, is a topsy-turvy one. especially when you listen to conversations that bring no relevance to your life, but indirectly you plunge yourself into that quicksand, where solutions to escape from it won't turn out to be the best ones. instead, you get eaten so quickly by it, with no help even from the ones you long for. now there's no rope. no strength. just acceptance of what just happened. and the irrelevant people who actually played around with your shallow mind, maybe now they are thinking you deserve to drown in it.
bullets of sacarsm. hatred maybe. somewhat suggest that this chain starts from you. you you and you. thanks to you. and they say, "congratulations, i hate you." and now you think, maybe the quicksand is meant for you, to punish yourself, to drown in it, run away from the latest mistakes that you plunge yourself into- a mean of accepting the irreversible.
some people are just fools.
well, i'm one of them.
oh fuck it.
it's the time of the month, exaggerated emotions, exaggerated moments of solitude.
let's get it over and done with.