we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
-regina spektor

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a sunday thats almost gone,
funny how much sleep one person can get.

it is starting to feel like what i fell in love with again.
true enough, we all seem to have grown and matured,
a little different, a little strange.
but i'm glad to be feeling the same hype i started out with.

joni mitchell sure puts me in the mood for christmas.

it sure feels awkward,
but i have to take the blame for most of it.
i'm tempted to give up this whole mess and throw it away.
thinking back, i never had to feel this way.
i had enough laughs, enough rants and tears,
but seemingly enough, it has been reduced to this.
give it time or give it space or simply reducing it to abandonment?

(500) days of summer wasnt too bad.
came out of it feeling like a sheet of blank canvas,
completely unfeeling and wanting to rather bother about other things.
either that, or i chose not to relate anything to myself.
but one thing from the movie came to light,
never allow yourself to believe in fate.
it chooses to play with you and render you helpless with its done.

so why bother sometimes.
when life gives you lemons,
walk away and grab yourself an apple.

school starts tomorrow,
and i'm already dreading the train ride.
oblivious or overly enthusiastic.
i think i shall start the day with a blank face.


killing a squirrel might probably be easier than this.

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