the light outside is dimming. my plants look dried and thirsty.
watered them. i wonder how long they'll survive the frequent drought to deluge condition. i, too, should stop starving and binging.
the last 2 years have been hazy. last week is foggy. the past is a mashed-up string of events, all blurry and strange. maybe it's just me who's becoming dull and dumb.
last night i had a stupid dream. i tricked Zhu Baije into gulping up a whole pond of water so we could find the medicinal rock... i don't even know what it cures but we were all searching frantically.
at breakfast i had the strange urge to burst into tears. for no reason. it's always for no reason. why is there always a hurricane inside me? chuong's like the weatherman. he picked up the wind and looked at me quizzically.
so what is it?
well, frankly, i'm tired. the waiting is destructive. waiting is sadder than rejection. this year was a long year of waiting on so many different emotional level.
watered them. i wonder how long they'll survive the frequent drought to deluge condition. i, too, should stop starving and binging.
the last 2 years have been hazy. last week is foggy. the past is a mashed-up string of events, all blurry and strange. maybe it's just me who's becoming dull and dumb.
last night i had a stupid dream. i tricked Zhu Baije into gulping up a whole pond of water so we could find the medicinal rock... i don't even know what it cures but we were all searching frantically.
at breakfast i had the strange urge to burst into tears. for no reason. it's always for no reason. why is there always a hurricane inside me? chuong's like the weatherman. he picked up the wind and looked at me quizzically.
so what is it?
well, frankly, i'm tired. the waiting is destructive. waiting is sadder than rejection. this year was a long year of waiting on so many different emotional level.
