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Sunday, 27 July 2008

Its nice being alone at home afterall. I told Alex about being lonely, home alone. And he said that I was just stressed. 'Cos I have to stay home and mug the Independent Study. Quite true. I'm almost done with that crazy thing. haha, its been sheer madness.

Being alone makes me think. It makes me sad. It makes me age. Melancholy is like alcohol. Addictive after awhile. Drink deep of that bittersweet emotion. Get intoxicated with that lovely gravity. Feel it spin. Feel it spiral. Down and down and down. What a wonderful ride on the vertical rollercoaster. It makes me... sink all the way into the pillow and descend into the depths of sleep. Ahh. The world ends in sleep.







Am I desperate?
Why is it so hard to be a part of your life?
Is it because,
of geography.
Or grades.

Ignored.
It pisses me off.

I am desperate.
No more.
Enough.

11:24 pm