I am not supposed to be doing this but here I am again. Everytime I run out of things to read online I write my own. It's not like I read what I write with amusement like some schizo but what else am I supposed to do? Study, I know. But what else? Nothing, I know that too. I really want to study I swear with everything I can. I just don't know where to begin! Your books, ok shut up you moronic third person. Yeah. Maybe I should go.
Oh and I really like it when I turn on the fan and the flame flickers crazily (recently, I've had a candle fixation)(and I have no idea how the fan is at full speed but the flame still burns), it looks like the flame is trying to escape desperately from the wick that holds it, but little does it know it's the wick that gave it life.
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