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shopping spreeee

sleepy mental.

now i am feeling less stressed and less down
or whatever i was feeling.
quite a good day
despite getting a huge shouting in the mrt station.
everyone heard everything
but that did shake me up a little.
i got to stop breezing away
and stop thinking everything is
simple, simple.

"i don't feel eighteen;
but when i see those pictures of sixes and sevens,
i feel an immense sense of sadness welling inside
and a disconnection like a bad electrical cord.
who was that?
where are I?"


oh wells. don't think too much! (^scribble down on soul)
i love those small gifs pixel things.
Must learn how to make them. (*scribble down on soul)

life is a big personal vanguard.
and its mine,
ole mine,
to marker it with me.