One last exam tomorrow... 4 exams consecutively have been really draining... I am so tired. I am yearning for sleep and to do something else other than studying.
Wish me luck.
One more. One last one for this semester.

This semester has been so bipolar. I would like some consistency next semester...I hope so.

The Writer - Ellie Goulding.

Sat on your sofa...it's all broken springs
This isn't the place for those violin strings
I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always do


But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me?

Hello.

Disengaging from this telecommunications world is rather hard. I mean, how would I know what shift I have at work if I completely turned off my phone? Or perhaps, how to tell my friends that I'm just going to try and drop off the radar for a while... 

I feel dead. I don't even know if that's the right term to describe how I feel. I guess it's more like an amalgamation of just not wanting to try anymore due to sheer lethargy and perhaps even more that I don't know what it means to be completely happy anymore. I tried to feel happiness today by purchasing something...yeah, I bought 500 Days of Summer on DVD as it was on sale. That happiness of purchasing was transient, didn't last for long but it surely gave me a kick. And then it was nail polish. That lasted longer until I applied it and then it was just yeah, I felt a bit drabby. That's not a word, but that encapsulates how I feel. 

This blog is somewhat chronicling the downward spiral of me. Actually, more like the epic highs with the epic lows, am I somewhat bipolar? Mildly perhaps. I don't know, there is probably something wrong with me. 

Goodbye. 

Crushed.

How does love ever happen? I don't know how other people do it. But some get it right, others spend their lives trying to figure how to make it happen. I think I am far too naive on the topic of love because I don't know whether I will have the privilege of being loved in return. This shit is far too cheesy. But I don't give a fuck because this is my blog and I will write whatever I please.

Yeah I don't know. When I joke how I repel people and fuck all, I actually believe it. Because despite my meagre 18 year existence, I haven't really felt anything from anyone else before. It's all just out of vain from me. I don't even fucking know what I am writing now, but I feel like crap. Liking someone but having no idea how to tell them or any idea what they feel is just dog shit.

Fuck everything.

The Fog.

We feel nothing so jump into the fog.

Not a ramble post.

I went to eat at Newtown with Kelly last Friday. Went to Corridor Bar. It's really pretty.
I look very thrilled. Well, that's cause I was. Catching up is nice. And now I am home on a Friday night finishing up notes. What a life.
I played Oztag. We lost 6 - 8. Taking into consideration that girls score 2 points whenever they try. Haha... I didn't try...only tagged.
I got stressed on Wednesday night upon realising how much I had to do.
I caught the train and fell up the stairs at Hurstville. I was very embarrassed but it was okay.
I went to General Pants Co. and bought a pair of jeans. Why the fuck? Don't know. Don't ask me why. I just felt like spending money. And now I think I should return them cause I don't think they are worth the amount I paid for them.
Also felt really glum today. Yep. No random rambling reasoning why though. It's all a lil bit shitty. As always.
I ate Noggi and Wowcow. Both are good. I want froyo. They say its the new craze, kinda is. It's creamy and delicious. Yep.

tiny vessels?

i don't know how to put it....
but something's off.
and i don't know what.
it scares the shit out of me
and i get insecure.
if only i knew how to fix. but was it already broken to begin with? what happened here?
come on skinny love what happened here? pour a little salt we were never here......
my worst nightmares are coming true.
i'm so tired.