Sunday, February 07, 2010
I'm screwed up. @ 23:53
Somehow... I have this desaturated feelings that my life, body, mind and inner-self is all wrecked as I live through these roller-coastered days.
I don't know why. WHY. I really never did. Waking up feeling miserable and strange has been becoming a daily occurence happened in the past few weeks. As if everything I've done the day before had just gone wrong. Y'know. As if every single thing I did was all mistakes, every single second I passed was all fault, and it really did happened each day which later definitely caused me having a sense of regrets.
Odd, isn't it? Feeling a deep yet undetected threat called reproach and you don't know distinctly why?
I don't get this, seriously. I'm not having moodswings this time, everything was just normal. But on the inside, unbeknownst by me, it's like.... Yeah. Shipwrecks. :/
Maybe I'm just lacking of dopamine. Or maybe I need a lot more sleeps, or nutricious foods, or tons of refreshments. Or maybe just all of them.
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Sunday, February 07, 2010
I'm screwed up. @ 23:53
Somehow... I have this desaturated feelings that my life, body, mind and inner-self is all wrecked as I live through these roller-coastered days.
I don't know why. WHY. I really never did. Waking up feeling miserable and strange has been becoming a daily occurence happened in the past few weeks. As if everything I've done the day before had just gone wrong. Y'know. As if every single thing I did was all mistakes, every single second I passed was all fault, and it really did happened each day which later definitely caused me having a sense of regrets.
Odd, isn't it? Feeling a deep yet undetected threat called reproach and you don't know distinctly why?
I don't get this, seriously. I'm not having moodswings this time, everything was just normal. But on the inside, unbeknownst by me, it's like.... Yeah. Shipwrecks. :/
Maybe I'm just lacking of dopamine. Or maybe I need a lot more sleeps, or nutricious foods, or tons of refreshments. Or maybe just all of them.
Labels: Spam
i my me mine.
you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.
