as much as i dont want to admit,
i'm considering skipping school tomorrow.
but maybe that so-called important class will turn out to be good.
i kind of know what to expect, a major irriating project submission again.

i just dont know what to do after lecture.
because then its work later tomorrow night hmms.

strangely enough,
i'm starting to get hooked on work again.
maybe its because last night had a bunch of fantastic people working with me,
or somehow this odd groove went back into place.
all the same, i'm working thrice this week and i hope it doesnt go to shame.

just had to post something on facebook.
looks like lunchy on saturday is on, with eggs and lotsa butter and pancakes.
i just realised that i'm working the night before so lunch would definitely end up as breakfast for me.
i cant wait for something remotely alcoholic to enter my system though,
it feels like something needs to escape.

sick of living is not a want of death.
just like the opposites that play love and hate,
its a profound laziness or elaborate fanfare of whining.
i'm quite certain it doesnt qualify as a form of suicide though.
i should quit thinking, because when it comes down to actual interaction and chemistry.
still, it certainly makes me wonder if it is possible.
and how much, well, you might bring a new perspective to my life.

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