still in English class.

here i am again because there's pretty much nothing else to be done apart from blogging. i've had enough of retweeting for this morning.

and damn. this keyboard is really ultra noisy.

dadadoo. i be like dadadoo and everything i want to remember gets wiped out.

i be like nnnnggghhhhh and everything i don't want to remember stays strong in my head.

there's a douchebag at the back of my head, and he's actually starting to rot. he's calling out! he wants to escape! but no. he stays at the back, rots, and wilts away. go!

yeah i still haven\t got anything to philosophy about.

hair's covering my right eye as always but nobody's saying anything about it. this the way i like it.

once i get home, i'll blog out my heart and soul. right now there's that little straitjacket feeling, of being buried by a thousand invisible eyes, forced to sit in a chair facing the world and being judged for every little movement.

i am a joker at times like these. but really! that's how i feel. so i don't really feel safe blogging right now. nobody watches the assassin planning his attack.

o yeah, speaking of which, there was this one time where i was walking around on my solitary escapade as always, when the little voice in my head started repeating; "assassinate him!" each time a guy walks past.

it's probably the douchebag, from the back of my head. he wants me to kill some other guy to take his place in the dirty old box under my bed.

get it?

it's only the 17th day of May but this is already my 22nd post for the month.

am i the only one who's typing here? everyone else seems to only be clicking. aaaah. *shuts out the world*