Hellllllllllllo,

Once again I befall you on a Saturday morning, with a cup of Brazillian coffee in front of some fucking huge T.V playing Marky Ramone's playlist on Rage. I've got my I.T homework next to me as well but like always, its taking its time to finish itself.

Three days till I enter a world of textbooks, notetaking, annotating, reading, digesting words, sitting and doing numerous assesments/ essays/ document studies, lack of sleep/ eating/ social life. I still don't feel like a senior.

Yeah. These holidays have been alright.

David Bowie's on T.V :D Sometimes I wonder how different I'd be if I lived in a different era. 1920's? Hmmm.. hedonistic/ nihilistic or rather scum. 1960's? Era of Woodstock and hippie shit. No worries for school or education or anything really.

Hey friend. Y'know those nights when you can't go to sleep straight away? And you just look at the lines the moonlight makes on your walls? And you watch the candle flicker in the atmosphere? And then you always end up thinking of people/ persons? I've been doing that lately. Subconciously I suppose. You try to stop yourself and think of something more worthy like school. But it doesn't work. Somehow, you always end up thinking of the people you miss most. You think of why you miss them. And how you shouldn't miss them. Then it always ends up on "but they don't miss you back. It's such a loss of energy and emotion to miss someone who doesn't miss you back." Do they ever wonder? Do they ever think? Does it ever enter their train of thought? Do they ever miss you? Wish it was what it was?
It is a rather crude thing to think about. Infests the tubes and ways in your brain.
Always ends up in your tear ducts......


And all the roads we have to walk along are winding,
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would,
like to say to you.
I don't know how


-Annie
xoxo