you got served.

dear god, im half dead. i, the inflamed. i am entangled in vacuous evenings. i do not appreciate. a proximate death is to forthcome. i am a manic lithe tangled in sleep deprivation along with text books and One Tree Hills re-runs, ironing pile growing in an intolerable vertical manner, a semi-confused state on vacuous subjects and further slipping into a self re-covering mode. but, fret not, sadness is the foe, merriment is cuffed with me. but i am announcing this week as Mean Week. for various reasons, both good and bad.
im home by the way. sudden urge of coming back home being driven by certain unfortunate events. that salvaged me from depleting into a depression period. every ounce of energy in this body of mine has been used up. bingo. days of constant late night crying under the blanket has not do me any good. so much to say yet only tears flow down. as i come across walls and walls of words of thoughts from beloved girlfriends. i know i feel phenomenal. a rather uncommon feeling for the past few months id say. horrendous finals are not yet over though. yet, it is not the end of life isnt it? you fall, you hurt, you rise and you stride back. that's just the way it is. i love yous.

side note : ili, ann, you made me flow with tears reading your posts. i love you, really. wanie dear, you know i love you too. and meen dear! so sweet of you too! love you three. :D *virtual e-hug and kisses*