won't know till the end...

"a thousand years he's been waiting"

"why are you doing this?"
"why? why not?"

"green envy will start what red blood must end"

"... refused to believed that there was a cohesion between life and dream..."

"Yeah, what am i doing here?"

the most insignificant lines... mean the most sometimes...
just like how
the smallest most subtle things... have strong reasons, emotions and feelings behind them

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overslept today... didn't go to school...
yahh went back to bed and slept to my heart's content
but something's missing
it's not there anymore
black...

loads of things due tmr and...
soc psych test 20% (which i have yet to studied)
nvp3 draft script due... (seriously.. i don't like it... )
gotta find someway to get a meaning to it...
it's just ....black
and i'll be directing... god.. i think i should step aside let someone else take control
need time to get my ideas back to me...
felt crappy yesterday when discussing the script... and i couldn't do anything...
i didn't say much... i didn't get much in my mind to begin with...
beating myself up inside wasn't helping...
the drinks didn't do anything...


"then really, what on earth am i doing here?"
an orange sunset in the window
his ears hear words he's heard from within himself
he doesn't know what to do
he wasn't this way before
there's been a change
but what triggers the change?
what hinders his progress?
what is his heart thinking of all this while?
why?