:: shortlived weekend ::

this weekend seems exceptionally short. nothing has been accomplished really except that i cleaned my room, the hamster, rabbit and bathed refund. there's no goal for now and i have no path to follow, just taking each day as it comes, bumming around.

temper has been a little short lately. there hasn't been a minute of good mood since last week. i feel as if i am fighting a war with myself everyday. when will this ever end...

i don't talk much nowadays. i don't hang out with people that often anymore. even last night at the club, i was labelled 'proud' by some people because i wasn't in the mood to socialise. everyday i come home, sit in front of the computer and just blast the music away till 1 or 2 in the morning.

i run. keep running till my legs and body are about to give way, yet i still can't sleep. i feel deprived. damn fucking deprived.