I dont know what's up with that title I gave for today's entry. Just being rather random, I guess.

I actually thought up that title on my way home today. On the bus, that is. My first day of skool that stretched from eight in the morning to eight at night. That doesnt sound very pleasant, does it?

I dont know how I made it back home today, considering that my muscles ache so badly, a result of playing too much sport the day before, as it got worse through the day. The lectures were slow and boring as well, not sparing what little energy I've had left, since having to wake up five hours earlier than every day of last week would mean that Im awfully sleep-deprived today.

First day of skool and it all started on a wrong note when I got up late, rushed for the door without my essential breakfast and had to run like a freak for a mile to catch the bus that arrived at the bus stop much sooner than me. Oh well. At least I got to skool on time but the rest of the day dragged on slow like Frankenstein's retarded feet.

I've never felt better when it was time to go home.

Many a time, I found solace just sitting beside myself in the bus on the way back home. With my trusty music player to keep me company and sometimes, the incredible view of the sun setting on the horizon. Surreal hues of orange, pink, purple and blue tint the entire sky, much like a mirage, all appreciated from where I am seated at the top deck of the double decker bus.

I dont know if what I just wrote made sense to you. I came home feeling like a rotten piece of junk today with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I didnt have a good day in skool and it's stressing me out. Things outside of skool are not going according to plan. Im tired, Im lethargic and I came home to find that no one's really in a very good mood too. In fact, someone else took it out on me which is why Im feeling like shit now.

Im thinking about things and it really sucks to the core. I can honestly tell you I dont even know what's the actual date today cause I've been up to my neck lately. Oh, its the 8 November already. What the hell?

The feelings are getting all cooped up and its forming a really sick feeling inside. And I dont really have anyone to talk to now. Its that moment when you wanna spill your guts our but at the same time, feel like being alone. Get what it means? Geez, Im so sorry about all this emo shit. I really have no idea what the heck is wrong with me.

Damn. Im so fucked up.

I sincerely apologised for the rantings that has made this a really long entry.
One more thing to add: If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your (online journal if you've got one) and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.

I got this off a friend's blog. Interesting, or so I say. May I also request that any replies be left in the comments section so they can and will be saved and stored. I have also allowed anonymous comments so non-Bloggers can leave your very much appreciated comments too. Just leave your name down so I will remember you.

Love xoxo