My homie. My shell.: Startled.

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About me

"are stuff that are never constant. Don't expect too much from me. Neither should you underestimate me. Just say, I'm your normal neighbourhood kid. I love living the mysterious way. And I totally detest limelight. "

Not too long ago...

Startled.

Stamped: 9:40 pm

That's what happened to me this morning at approx. 0245 hrs. And damn it I couldn't get back to sleep. I was like a 'half-drunk' person, unable to determine which is reality and which is just a dream. 2 thoughts of things were responsible for the attack. Well, I won't go into that. It doesn't matter that much.

My point is, those things/thoughts were so powerful that they actually set me awake despite me being shagged for the day.

Cranky.

That's my current mood for now.

I need my weekends.
Free from stress.
Free from obligations.
In short and in my terms, free from CRAP.

Now I'm the one needing the smiles.