There isn’t enough distraction. Or maybe there is. Enough for me to set aside (again) studying for my Econ exam.

I hate feeling bad for no reason. Well, no. There’s always a reason. Some reason I’m too lazy to identify. Or perhaps just some reason I don’t want to admit to myself. And I have to stop writing because I can’t face my own thoughts. I hate being this coward person that I am — scared to ponder upon my messy life. It all boils down to one thing anyway: I evade my own thoughts because I know I can’t solve the many problems I’m thinking. I’m filling my head with unnecessary thoughts. I overthink. And then explode.


You were right. You were right all along.

And I shouldn’t hate you for pointing it out.


My thoughts. Such an amusing fucked up propellant.