i always see myself as one with less words. that is, until u know de real me of course. but even so, im not really de talkative type. *shrugs*
anyhoos.
my mind is fcuked. like, really fcuked. a whole load of things are roaming in my mind right now, ive no idea where to start clearing em. or how. i juz let these thoughts run free, taking their toll in my mind, on my body.
at 26, i feel im a failure. BIG TIME.
2011 is a disastrous year for me as how ive experienced it. still am experiencing, and i doubt things will get better anytime soon. no, i dont believe in miracles. or hopes. not anymore. dont give me de crap "be patient, let time/nature take its course." or "enjoy your 26 first." and such.
because deep down, i know im racing against time instead of time catching up with me.
you see, ive a load of stuffs to rant about. REALLY ALOT. but de moment i got my fingers to my keyboard, i dont feel like ranting. maybe its not so much of write-ranting. its more of let-me-rant-by-talking-so-i-can-feel-better-after-that kinda rant. but oh well, who's there to listen. and ive heard writing is therapeutic. oh yeah?
some other days, perhaps.
ive yet to clean my wardrobe. or even start somewhere.
failure much? uh huhhh.