Wednesday, August 26, 2009

personality of a clay

it feels like i'm being molded, far from being finish, and bits are rolling and losing its way. my personal mission everyday is to combat the urge to sleep. kevin is not much of kevin anymore. not so much of a gleeful smile. i wonder if this is the sign for aging. i dont know how i am suppose to react as i would. its always random, i wonder if this is depression.

i got severely drunk. although i didnt remember anything, victor told me what happened. seemed that i might have vomited loads and then i cried and hit victor a few bashful. though i cant remember any of it, i can certainly tell why i did that at the moment. it still hurts but maybe it is suppose to hurt forever. and just maybe, there is more than 1 perfect girl for me in the world. the wounds wouldn't heal until the next perfect girl comes along. maybe natalia is the only person that makes me myself. because i am myself, i think. but it doesn't matter now. study is all that matters.

1 comment:

  1. i feel the same way too. it hurts like shit and for me, relieve is only temporary.. after exam, go find things to occupy your time. retail therapy is good stuff. or do something you like. take photos.

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