its over
well almost but whatever
i am already in a celebratory mood and ready to throw studiousness and my books to the skies and see them pathetically trying to flap their pages before falling to the floor with a resounding thud.
i am terrible and incorrigible i know
but really i have come to realise that studying is not the thing for me
was trying to stare through the mist in the hope of discerning my future when i realised that it is all a terribly hazy and uncertain path.
connived an intelligent plan to live off and with a particular someone
(just live with, no strings attached)
but unfortunately my ingenious idea was blatantly turned down and flung deep into the ocean
which is really sad cos it would have been really fun and cute and nice
not to mention that i would be well provided for
free lodging and food
gleefully and shamelessly sponging off someone- really not bad at all
ahh well my bubble's been pricked with a pin
hear it pop resoundingly in my ear
really
sometimes i like you much better sick and helpless
but only sometimes. theres joy derived too from playfully nipping at each other's throats

i wanna sleep but my heartbeat is still racing from flightplan
action movies are not meant for people with a weak heart and small guts
even now i still fear the look of death
i cant look the dead in the face.