as 7 turns into 8 i realized how much i have ccome across and how calm i am in the midst of these taxing series of circumstances. i guess chaos does breed sentience. i do not regret. it is not what i do. its not my thing. honestly, i ve been fucked up so many times that there is literally no room in my thought for that sort of deposit. the trouble with life: no background music. and that adds upto boring life.

it is funny how my love for people flows and wanes. it is truly erratic. one gentle word and i melt like a mass of sun-baked taffy. there are no ifs in my shitty world. only whens. i m sure i m not making sense to you at all but this is the way it goes. lets just say i m locked somewhere.

how much can i get away with and still go to heaven?

what is the height of literati? thinking how much points you would ve gotten if you placed just a word hither. horizontally it would give you this much points and vertically it would give you no points. where are all the 2ls' placed in the table? waiting for a person whose rating is 1900+ always is hard (the rest all are very slow and less competition) small fishes are easy to catch and impress. what you re looking for is unavailable. always.

night. what a beautiful time it is. did you ever take out time and appreciate the beauty of night?