we only have 24 hours a day. 8 hours or more has been given to work. another 8 or lesser has been given to sleep. we have another 8 hours (ideally) to ourselves. and this 8 hours we share with our friends, our family, our pets, hobbies or whatever...

when i look at her, she amazes me. when i look at her and look back at myself, i want to die. simply because. i am so. wtf. no wonder i never really gotten out of that deep big shit. yucks yucks yucks yucks yucks.

i happily did my xmas list. but now i feel i don't need to anymore. i feel a little left out. really i do. but then you don't care? neither you really care for me. that proves it. i am all the while. alone. while i thought you were a...

i need a huge dosage of peace, sleep and quality time all to myself. give them to me, pretty please?

there are days when you find yourself thinking whimsical nonsense, even when you are suppose to stay focus and work. it happens very frequently to me. at night before i sleep i think of work and some other weird little stuff. in my dreams, or maybe...