Oh I know, it's been a million years since I wrote. But sometimes, even though your head is full of these little thoughts chasing each other like someone possessed, you just can't motivate yourself enough... Your inspiration fails you or appears randomly, lets you drink in a nice healthy glimpse but then, before you can say,'What?", it's gone. Again.
I'm on my own weird ( pyschotic? deranged?) trip at the moment. But whatever. I'm frustrated. and sad. So I'm allowed. =)
I wish people would stop wasting time and hurting other people. What's the fun in that anyway? It's sick, it's sadistic and no, it doesn't leave you with a warm feeling inside either like perhaps the way you feel when a beggar,poor kid smiles at you in gratitude or when you think about that time you kissed for the first time and forgot the world around you even existed.... Uh yeah.
I'm just starting to realizing my insides are bursting with a lot of unsaid things... Unhealthy, unhealthy. Meanwhile, my mind is bursting with advertising strategies and it also occasionally( very occasionally) wanders to the paper I wrote yesterday, copy writing et al. I'm most unsatisfied with how distracted I seem to be and how my creativity is going on a nice roller-coaster ride without even inviting me along. Unfair.
Come to think of it, I haven't sat on a roller coaster since... three years..almost. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? O_o
I miss being a carefree kid. I miss having nothing to worry about. Not the future, not my life. I miss the good ol' days. Bleh. What sort of crisis is this? I'm 20 and not even further ahead in order to proclaim it's a mid-life crisis so all the annoying hurtful types can go stuff their heads. Anyway...
I'm in this super unhappy mode today. Ah. Today.You bad, bad boy. Why'd you come lurking into my personal space? Why don't you and yesterday go chat somewhere while I sneak along and join day before yesterday? Sounds like a plan?
Told you I'm on my own trip. Psychotic aaaaaaaaaaaah. I wish I'd grow wings one of these days so I could just take off. Disappearing never sounded so tempting. Alone on a tiny island with nothing but ocean water and the blue skies and perhaps, my collection of music and a few thousand stories to pass the time with. Yayness. =/
Parting shot: You know I ALMOST forgot I used to do this. Well anyway, fly, flew,flying, flown. Toodles.
