no thanks to me for veering off course in writing my compo and for staying up until 2am to complete it.

macbeth, compo, maths ass(es), gong han(?), speech. stinks. i hate going through the parts and parcels of, *shivers*, life. but im not the only one so yeah, plug up the bad thoughts or they'll warp me.
being lazy, dreaming of what i could do. i'll do them all!

"i'm feelin' good baby!"
"i feel bad for you."
"oh rejoice! eggs aren't 1000 calories!"
"..."
"I'M FEELIN' GOOD BABY!"



"with all im holding inside/with all my hopes and desires/and all the dreams that i've dreamt"

"i felt good while singing yesterday, but i didn't mean all that i had sung."
"right, kiddo, haven't you heard that 'wordless hearts are better than heartless words' ?"