For starters, I can't even remember the last time I have put my thoughts into concrete writing. Maybe school stuff has gotten me all stiff. Or the fact that nothing really stimulates me as of the moment. Or maybe it's just the extremities of the weather. I don't know.
All I know is that it has been a while. It has been a while since I felt like smiling just for the sake of it. It has been a while since I slept without me seeing the date change in my mac. It has been a while since I last bought a book that I actually like. It has been a while since it has not been a while.
God. I hate the fucked fact that all of these are actually facts --that being able to live a life beyond measures of happiness not dictated by societal norms is only a whimsical perception that will forever be just that: whimsical. And the worst of it all is that I have to live through, with and by it.
All I know is right now is that I don't know anything.
