Not Fun Anymore

… leave my brog unattended for two weeks. My bad.

But I really have nothing much to say.

‘cept that I got a pretty surprising birthday gift,

a hectic semester ahead with some crappy moral project and what not(s),

and a face full of disappointing pimples.

They disappoint badly because they just won’t get all infected and pus-filled, neither will they go away either. So, it’s just an open invitation for my restless fingers to squeeze them good.

Sad to say, my face is full of scars now. *dammit*

Really, I have nothing to say. Things that matter so much now, to me, will not even matter anymore after some time.

I might whine, I might bitch, I might seethe with rage but I know they just don’t matter anymore after a while.

So, this heart of stone might just be the best thing to happen to my uneventful life. But, thinking about it, my life, in my perception, is considered uneventful because I don’t linger on past emotions nor do I really remember any wounds from the past. So, I guess it’s fine. I needn’t try that hard to forget anything after all.

*the blog took a turn to being so emo because jess called up and dropped an emo-bomb on me. Poor, unsuspecting me.*

So, yeah kids. Prioritize and learn your place in life. Think further and never look back. You can only change the future and not the past. Whatever crap that I say here are total lies depending on your school of thought. I really shouldn’t make myself sound so lame.