Sunday, 16 August 2009
A little part of me dies every week.
Usually happens on Sundays. I have a whole library of depressing thoughts in my head and when I get to the weekend I embrace it and get so attached to it that when Sundays are nearing their ends, life is tearing me violently away from the weekly respite to throw me into reality's open arms again.
And during every tearing process, a little part of me gets torn away and I feel all sad and moody and everything.
These haunting thoughts will be buried under the superficiality of routine life in school throughout the week, but when they rise like zombie daisies, it puts me in a sad, miserable mood.
But for now I'll have to put up with it, hope that my sanity doesn't erode in the coming weeks and just push through the shittiest two years of my life.
Your favourite beatboxing ambigrammist,
Posted by Az at 6:41 pm