Friday, April 16

Fly Me

It seems so surreal to think that in a few weeks, this semester will pufff, gone. But I'll be slogging away for another week or two doing term paper, few exams and lab reports. Academic writings of course, which I hate so much.

I've been thinking a lot of bad stuff lately that it brings me somewhere but reality. I am stuck right in the middle between clouds and earth. Floating.Dreaming.Truth to be told, I am not happy.

I am supposed to be happy. But I wasn't.
I am supposed to be excited. But I didn't.

I'm in dire need of some cocaine to fly me into a great sweet escape.Or perhaps, just some really good readings.