embers.
Life’s a waking nightmare for me. At least.
Pardon the emotional tagline in the beginning of this post. It had been a long time since I posted one here, but I am not in the mood to even apologize for it.
That’s how sore I am at the moment.
Funny… I don’t even know what I am pissed at. My friends? Money? Girls?
Or maybe the lack of sleep? Or the stagnancy in my ability to produce in this godforsaken university in the middle of a bloody halal hell in the middle of nowhere?
Or Microsoft’s word incessant green lining my sentences boldly proclaiming my grammar sentences or fragmented phrases?
For MS Word, those green lined phrases, they’re RHETORICAL QUESTIONS.
Back to the topic at hand.
Sitting here in a library where the environs are akin to a mental hospital, what with the white washed walls, decaying steel polymer pillars, and the hundreds of lights that dot the entire ceiling of the library. The whole setting gives off an eerie, deranged feel, where even the patrons look like the inmates if stared long enough.
The internet here is primarily pissing the living, scuttling soul of mine off into the depths of inhuman rage, to the point where I would just want to take the laptop and smash it into bits.
I hate the complaining of the fools that can’t answer their questions.
I hate the slow, mentally disturbed atmosphere of the library.
I hate not having money and a car.
I hate doing the studies that I should be doing instead of writing this.
I hate being emo like this. It’s so gay.
I hate her.
I hate being incapable of stopping myself.
Felicitations to an angry squawk of a blog.
