it's yet another depressing New Year's eve.
somehow, i'm always stuck at home on New Year's eve, and it's horribly depressing. it really is.
and i really hate bad starts, it really ruins everything. like, you wake up from the wrong side of the bed, and your whole day will just suck. so i guess i'll probably have a bad year? heh.

you see all of your best friends and sibs engaging in all sorts of activities, and it's not like you're not invited. you are, but you can't go cause of some fucked up reason, like, you are unwell.
god dammit, i think the big guy up there enjoys playing such pranks on me.

i guess you can just shoot me.

Christmas, the season of love
can you feel it?

it's in the air.

What I do to keep myself awake
picture this,

it's 4 30am in the morning, you see a wack guy dancing in his boxers, in the middle of his dining room. he looks like he's having fun.
there could only be two reasons for this, extreme boredom, and late night studying.

i'm puzzled,
why am i feeling like this?