Time needs to slow down. School seems to have just begun not long ago, and the end of the semester is nearing. I need more time to do more things; and not feel so old.
Sidenote, there's an insect flying around in my room. It resembles a mosquito but I'm quite sure it isn't. But all's the same; survival instinct - get it before it gets you. So I've been frantically clapping around my room for the past 15 minutes trying to kill the damn thing, but it always manages to escape. dammit. I bet the insect's probably laughing at me.
Grandpa's in the hospice care. And it pains me to not be able to cry or grief or anything like that. Indeed, there're many explanations for that; but really, i don't need them now, and i just want to be able to feel.
My liver's been overloaded with poison the past week and i need to sort myself out. the weird thing though, is that i don't actually want to. shrugs.
home club kids
legs baby, and a waist-less joe.
the not smiling joe
at the clinic when we were not so drunk
celeste and i
the deadly effects of 5-10
**tim: thanks :)
