Crap.

Ssso here's a secret. I'm writing. A story. A novel. Barf of a dying pig. Excretion of a horse. A piece of crap. Yah, more of a piece of crap. :|

Sembreak gets even more and more boring everyday. What's new...

Anyway, nothing's worth typing right now. I feel empty. Like the usual jadedness I feel whenever I remember the things that hurt.

I love this break that I'm having now, so I might as well just savour every minute I get to waste doing nothing. Like not thinking about school, the people in it and so on. Actually, nothing really changes, because every sour memory that I've kept swallowing months ago, just kept coming back, urging me to vomit those shits. But I will continue on swallowing them. I refuse to spit them out. Because it kept me human. It kept me alive. I hate not feeling anything. So I'd rather feel hurt as long as I have control over these emotions. Well of course not total control over them. Just... just a little.

Right now, I'm senseless, useless, pathetic, and senseless. Did I say senseless? Yes, I know.