*sigh*

I really wish I had something to say here.

Nothing really happens to me anymore (and I mean that in a not-emo sense).


Not depressed,
Only stressed.

Not even that, really. I don't have much to stress about. Or rather, I have plenty to stress about, but I choose not to.
It leads to some quite boring days. I'll tell ya. (well, really, I won't.)

Kinda like the wake before a thunderstorm, without any of the anticipation of the witness of power.
Does that make any sense?

I don't have any idea anymore.

Perhaps all of the sleep deprivation is getting to me. Maybe I'm just too tired /right now./ Hm....

dang. I wish I could think right now. Actually, I can, but for some reason, i'm not. Huh.

<Wow, this is random.>


What's all this about?
Honestly?
I'm not upset, by any means,
I'm really just curious.

Looking at it from an objective standpoint (which I guess is only possible when really tired or really high), life is REALLY odd....

No clue at all.

<It's kinda wierd that I view what i write in my journals to be more poetic than my actual poetry>
<Lol, prolly cos it is!> hahahahahahaha...

I have been reading WAY too much lately.

That might be the problem. Prolonged deprivation of reality.

...nah.

Moods still not fixed? For shame, dA.

lol, and Tyler is still a better writer than I am. [really big smiley]