P-chan's messy head
I hate deciding whether the day is good or bad right after the driving lesson. I admit I’m scared of failing, and the past couple of lessons have been horrid. We drove for 45 min instead of 1h 30 min. I get over-exhausted quickly when driving because I focus really hard. I’m still not used Read More …
The snow touched the tip of my nose, and the wind was blowing against my ears. Not very spring-like at all. Tired of seeing traffic lights…if they were only more colourful. Driving includes accelerating, hitting the brakes and re-starting the engine. There are no significant changes in sight. And the lights should be off when Read More …
I don’t know who the hell I was…talking about love like that in the previous post. I must have been delirious. Now it’s time for the realistic songs…talking about mistakes and epiphanies. That’s more my cup of tea. I drove well today; even my driving instructor was impressed. I think I have my head back. Read More …
The sun’s not out today. A shame, really, because I would’ve gone outside for a sweet smoke. One bad thing about being at home is that you can’t help sitting in front of the TV. Just because you own one, it wasn’t like that in England. I used to spend most of my time reading Read More …
Killwhitneydead. What would I do without this band? Sometimes I wonder how I would’ve dealt with the anger I feel towards the past. And sometimes I forget that it is still there. It has been numbed and kept aside. Sometimes people tend to poke it and hold it in front of my face, so I Read More …
It’s Sunday again. The sun is supposed to be out today, and it did for about twenty minutes. It’s grey out now, which makes me even more tired. A dream triggered this tiredness. I was lost in a huge building, which looked like a school. I was looking for a specific room, but couldn’t find Read More …
Mum cut herself again. It’s the third time this week. It seems to happen whenever she is not cooking. It happens–it happens that you cut yourself when cutting cabbage, fruits or meats. I like watching mum cook dinner because she smiles at me, although not always. Sometimes she tells me to watch cartoons, but I Read More …
what a deceitful thing to do hear him snore hear him mumble fasten him onto the floor with thin threads speak the spell cut off a bit of the skin nails, body hair and clothes as souvenirs of your heroic deed see him dream in despair like you and me dreaming of a woman for Read More …
Batman, Spawn! Spiderman vs. Green Goblin! Thomas grabbed a copy of each comic book that he did not have. He knew his mother would buy them for him. They were only 1.99. All the colourful scenes of action fascinated him and stimulated his imagination, almost too much, because he had cut himself out from reality. Read More …
He is sitting by the bathtub, shaking like he was in the electric chair, but he is still alive. His hand is touching a Valentine’s Day card saying, “To Nick – I love you with all my heart.”. He feels sick and throws up in the toilet, wishing to choke on his own puke. *** Read More …