a whole load of words
but its stuck inside my head.
i guess its a lack of transitions.
poofpoofpoof, another bubble bites the dust.
however that makes sense.

likeminded friends,
thank gawd for them.
its refreshing to finally someone who shares the same thoughts.
a breath of fresh air, knowing you're understood.
great, another one knows my secrets.
whooopie.

its not the physical fatigue.
cos i'm getting enough sleep (i think)
waking up tired the moment i'm reminded of my project.
thankgoodness i've still got three more weeks.
a torture to endure but an extension for perfection.
plus i havent even started.

big dreams, great hopes.
at least that's what sherry wants me to do,
to stretch myself and make it different
with more of me inside it.
but there's only so much i can do for experimentation.

and this to handle.
i'm stretching myself waaay too thin i tell you.
oh, me and my clever overachieving self.
then i ask myself, why?


snailmail?
saying what i needed to.
my palms are burning, help.
*frantically blows flames away but ends up encouraging more flames*

tomorrow! (:

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