I really, suddenly, felt the need to blog. There's just this entire garbage load weighing at the core of my chest and I need to get rid of immediately. Otherwise, I shall never be able to stay happy..
Well, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel sunken.
Could it be because she's ignorantly on?
Could it be because I can't nail history right?
Could it be because I'm all messed up with physics?
I don't know.
Kierkegaard just makes life swirl loopier on a daily basis. But if the swirls are neatly straightened, likes can't be defined straight for it wasn't at it's initial state. But if lines aren't straight, then math would have been wrong. Theoratically, i fail balancing logic and fact.
I have none :)
"Don't think I don't know about the hair on the pillow"
- iPhone doodle; credits to blog press -
