Tuesday, October 23, 2012

kept in mind.

Does it get to you when you realize that everything is just so temporary. Like nothing seems permanent. With the temporariness I have around me, I feel like even my tattoos are so temporary. Its just there.

That feeling.
Its just there, and it doesn't effect you in anyway possible.

That feeling is annoying, I have it in me right now, or maybe I'm just hungry. I don't know. Maybe its hunger and annoyance. All together. Which is not a good thing. I need myself to be all together and content. I ave assignments due next week and finals in three weeks.
Thinking about it, three weeks is short. sigh.

That's the thing about uni, at one point you doubt yourself so much and you feel like you are failing the class because you are so free. And after a few weeks, you doubt yourself about passing this class because there is so much to do and you don't know where to start.

I missed Adam. However you wanna take it. I miss him. I always had him with me. When I'm happy, sad and angry. He is just there with his annoying face. And I didn't see him for 10 freaking days. And you might think its short but 10 days is darn long and I just wish I could see him already. I mean I talked to him when he came back. But now I wanna see his face. I am gonna go try my luck to see whether he will be free in the gym today or not.

I don't like to miss people. I really don't. At one point my brains decides to make use of itself so much and create unwanted scenarios that I am scared thinking off. You know you can stop yourself from feeling anything. But can we like stop our brains from thinking too much?

hmm, i wonder.
I want a long hug. I really do. Anyone. Just give me a freaking long hug. I'm sure I would feel so much better for at least 20 minutes. Feeling better for 20 minutes, would suffice.

I just feel like i'm at this dead end.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know who I want.
I don't know what I need.
I don't know who I need.

But I know, the current situation is not what I kept in mind.

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