i was going to write something dramatic, life-altering...all that shizzle. i had a weird week, see, and i thought of, you know...thinking out loud yet again, as my frickin brain can't frickin take it any frickin more (notice the frequency of the word 'frickin'? yeah it's a side effect).

a little while back there, back when i was still half-lying, half-sitting in the home-bound vhire i felt like i was in this indie-movie. i felt the unseen digi-cams pan here and there, scriptwriter observing at the director's heels while they film me, tired and blank. and then all of a sudden, the driver turned the radio on and it started playing this deranged song about this boy being this girl's sandalan, my hunch of a secret shoot of my mundane life.

haha yes, love, i have tendencies of paranoia, too. then i slept all the way, still drenched in stark confusion and, well, more confusion.

confused about?

well.....let's say that it's.........

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