I Got To Get Myself Checked.
Now I think somehow, somewhere is wrong. And I got to get myself checked.
*pauses*
I think I am schizophrenic.
I don't tend to exhibit any particular trends of the above said. It is just my contradictory thoughts that run through my mind during the length of the day and night which make me think so.
Maybe I am just tired, that's why this came out at such unearthly hours.
And I got a fcuking lesson at 8.30am, which means I have to be up by 6am. 3 hours later can?
The presence (or the absence) of someone can really make your mind spin and spin like a merry-go-round with an engine.
I think I have very nice friends around me. I want to give my thanks to you people for keeping me company. You know who you are. You are once again appreciated.
Every start of the week, I realised that there is always something to look forward to on Fridays and Saturdays, which drove my willpower to pull through the weekdays of mindless and zombie-like state in a place where we learn to mould the future of our nation.
And that motivating factor is definitely not booze. But it does play a complementary role though.
.........
Again, I paused and hesitated to pen down some thoughts. What use does words serve anyway when they simply bounce off nonchalently?
I shall pay special attention to mysel these few days and perhaps, I will see a shrink.
Nah I'm just kidding, Just something to kill off my intrinsic urge of blogging (for the sake of blogging).
But hey, some are true and some are not. Up to you to decipher.
Life goes on anyway.