Sunday, September 18, 2005, 8:37 PM
I hate being a leader.
I hate spoonfeeding.
And I hate bonding camps.
I don't know why.
Not a good week.
Don't think next week.
Will be better at all.
I feel drained.
I feel adrenaline-d.
I don't know.
It's two sides.
Where's my fucking priority?
What is it anyway?
I don't know.
Everything's gone.
Im superman.
But Im only human after all.
And Im tired of fighting all this.
So very very tired.
Very
very
very
very
very
very tired.
And Im falling ill.
I don't know.
States of confusion.
Paradox of the surreal reality.
Real.
Not real.
I don't know.
There's not much to
Look forward to anymore.
Gone.Welcome the darkness
Falls.
Gee.
Now have to call up fucked-up idiots.
I think I've lost you.
I think Im tired of you.
You became my indiferrence.
The bane of my tiredness.
Im sick.
Maybe of you.
let’s doodle
