I don't feel like doing anything now. I can't concentrate. A part from my anger and part from my... should I say... disappointments? It's really hard when you expect something but those ideal things never really happen in real life. Even the measly dreams don't happen. It's frustrating sometimes... that I feel like having a break. There are instances wherein I don't feel like I fit in or I don't feel like I belong and am supposed to be where I am now. There are times when I just want to fly away.. Far far away to a new world where I could be new and no one would know me. I don't understand where these thoughts or wishes come from... but I think about them... no matter how odd they may be. I may be uncontented or maybe I seek change in my seemingly unchanging world. Alas, I have to conclude dreams really don't happen at the time you want them to.

It sounds pathetic but I currently am feeling a little bit apathetic towards the world. I don't want to react anymore... it gets tiring once your words spring out like tiny, nonchalant words but morph to become thorns. I don't understand how I sometimes never intend harm but nonetheless harm an unsuspecting whoever. This writing is becoming dull and so is my mind... and so is my world and some people walking through and around it. These are all my negativities bunched into one writing. This is where I'm allowed to say... the world is bleak and tomorrow is another sleepy day.

The sadness of it all.

I want to fly away to a new, bright day.