I don't know what's up.
My fingers swiftly run over the keyboard.
I guess just typing my thoughts... is this help?
It's strange in finding myself, I lose myself.

Laaaazy braaain.
I don't read, I sift.
I don't look, I glance.
I don't run, I jog.

Maybe I deserve this... am I THAT terrible of a person?
Am I soo far away from reality, that I don't see myself?
I cry, to cry.
I guess that's the best relief I get.

... but what the hell.
It's Thanksgiving-leftover-night, and I did exactly what I expected myself to do.
Eat everything. o.o

I'm gonna die.