Emptied and drained of emotions, numb, thoughtless, almost beast-like, yet still able to go through the entire day mimicking my usual self, acting on memory to respond to words and actions. Tired, hungry, and have just laid down another intact and alive mosquito next to the first one which I've striked at mid air with my bare hands. (am tempted to place my hand beside them so they can feed on me... blame Anne Rice and Charlaine Harris D: )
For some odd reasons unbeknownst to me, I've started to blog again, surprisingly, with zero muse or inspiration. In dire need of keeping my mind busy so it wont stray off to some odd trance-like brain flap that would sit me staring into space for hours.
Slacking in my semester so far, miles from where I promised seeing myself. It was pretty weird going through my old posts, not sure if its the change in me that bothers me or if its the creepy ability for me to sort of live back the very moment where I wrote them down. (or type?)
