I'm feeling so tired. Tired of myself. Tired of. Alot of things.


Each time I post on the blog I feel like a whiny bitch. Hovering around the same topics every single time. Since ages ago. I don't seem to have moved. Just aged. I'm still typing away, sitting around like I used to, like say, six years ago? It never fails to make me wonder if I should delete all my posts and slap myself silly.


I feel like shutting down the blog. Staying away from msn. Switching off the phone. Cut off from everyone, anyone. I've tried that. Doesn't feel good. Man doesn't seem to be able to live well alone. No man's an island yet society is fatal. I'm attempting to escape from reality. Attempting to be a hermit. But I've got to admit I need at least abit of attention somewhere.


Uncertainties. The smell of it makes me fidget, quite abit. What's there to worry about in the first place? Maybe there aren't any problems in the first place. Maybe they are all conjurations of the mind. Yea. So I'm fighting an imaginary entity. Fighting myself. And I don't seem to be able to break off. Strange? How am I to help myself when I don't know what's the problem or when there's no problem in the first place?


Bothered by alot of things. Worries. Things that may be totally beyond my control.


Getting mind-fucked by stray thoughts. Idling and my mind wanders off. Mobius strip. No end to it.



Don't mind the incoherence. I'm not sure what I'm blabbering about either.


help?