Emotion:irritated.
Random Thought:my head hurts.
What:the fan.

i'm exhausted. i don't know how long i can keep this charade up. not too long i think. everything is just draining me of the freedom i once thought i owned. something that i valued. mind sex, you could call it. i miss having unprotected sex. to have that orgasm that leaves you satisfied. i miss a lot more too. i miss the simplicity of life, just minding my own business. doing what i want to do. my mind is in a disarray concerned with my education. wondering where did its career falter. when did i become a student on probation? i was awared the presidential award of academic excellence in high school and middle school. i was student of the month in elementary school. can you explain that to me? i suppose you can call it "growing up" for the lack of a better term.

it feels like i'm confined in my own mind. i can't truly express what i want to say even if i am an advocate for the first amendment. this is a lot of bullshit. it shouldn't matter what i say. you shouldn't care what i say, it's my opinion which i am entitled to. but then where does that point where we collaborate come in? am i cuffed to a life of prostitution? dammit!

i'm tired.


simply a shadow of the reflection.