Your

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer

Loving

Do you know you're unlike any other

Hands

You'll always be my thunder.

March-
Recently


I've began to feel so numb, like a zombie. Nothing much to anticipate, nothing much to fall onto any more. Drifting through nights with light sleeps, it's like I know I'm sleeping and I'm going to wake up any time. Waking up restless, it's like there's something wrong about me.

School's bearable, there's amazing friends to get me through the drag. Being at home is the real bitch. My mom recently got hooked on nagging, apparently, it is quite addictive. Life now just feels like an endless drag. Dragging and dragging and dragging. While I'm just drifting past everything that I'm supposed to do. I feel lost.