Watching tv again.
Logging on again.
Ever sat back with your head resting against the pillows and the wall, and another below under your feet..hands resting comfortable on your stomach..eyes on the fan..yes the fan..
Fans with its blades (or whatever they are called) moving timelessly…constantly…Are we like them? Going on and on..But do we stop when we want to? Or when life forces us to?
Slow songs sort of put me in a pensive mood. hmph and i should be happy.
As time flies by me I meet fewer and fewer people whom I can relate to. Is it me? Or is it them? Its not being stuck up..but i end up tolerating certain people…maybe its compromise and tho i dunno why in the world I’m doin tht…and i guess its stupid to expect people to understand you perfectly and completely and vice versa.
arghh i should just drop this.