Wednesday, August 18, 2010


So, I got up. Pulled the covers off and crawled out of my bed. Thought long and hard about what I should do. Do I go or feign an illness? It'll be really nice to take my ipod out on a ride instead of going. I could see a different place. Maybe get off somewhere random and eat or watch people like they're in a show they don't know about. I could also curl up on the couch and read or watch a couple of tv shows. Haven't done either in a long while.

I don't think I can live with myself if I quit.

Life's so hard to write about these days. How did this change? I started out with writing about all the events that were happening everyday of my life. The desire to has faded away, almost completely. I wonder if someday, we'll all wake up and realise that we're androids. Or may be in a matrix.

Morpheus please unplug me.

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