rarely have i felt so staved off of holidays, despite the fact that i still loathe staying at home. well, i still do now. and for the same reason, i abominate this even more, really. it's not simply for the drainage of fun and amusement, it's like home-curfew. a battlefield might be too mild of an adjective to illustrate the setting. narrative enough?
im beginning to feel like an odd kid again. oh gosh..
having to indite life's detailed chronicles for the past 14 or more years all by myself, it's tough and especially when you're living a shell like mine. it was an intricate route altogether, to pick up the life of a torturous soul, time has always allowed tribulation, woes and whatever more anguish to saturate life with bitterness..
it's like emotions could only distinguish depression and senses could only recognize frustration. Colours fades from rainbow hues to fading grey. the world gets way larger and all of a sudden, you feel extremely trivial in crowds and crowds of people.. even falling out of love isnt that bad :p
the whining hour of everyday keeps relighting the ever glowing mental note: cheer up. i feel bad, for neglecting my senses at most of daylight and almost entirely of when night shades over. it's my strongest weakness, mentally feeble.. i'd noticed.
shoot me, i'm dead by the next tick..
im not surprised if the next moment which i'd come to know of is morning, and this post isnt posted up yet, because my eyelids might shut any moment. i'm sleep-typing! how cool.. :D
"i'm just a kid, i know that it's not fair"
