Seriously, I don't know what I'm thinking about but I'm just gonna pen it down.

Motivation came in too early, maybe that's why now it's like hanging somewhere out there but no, not exactly lost. It is just how the cycle runs; it comes and go. So it will be back again. After all, I wouldn't want to give it up, I'll make up for it. So, stop fucking roll your eyes at me, thanks.

Which reminds me, when I think about the individuals, I feel disgusted by how they actually are. Yours truly is definitely not the nicest person in the world, and half of what I have done is enough for a horrible death when karma strikes. But at least, I am being who I really am.

Hell disturbed.

I could have finished up the packet of mentos super cool mints. But no, yeah before diabetics hits and addiction strikes. Too much sweets isn't good, the after taste lingers in your mouth and the sweetness turns acidic. On the bus ride home, you feel this queasiness and feel like puking but you can't. It is obviously horrible.

Somehow, the vibe of my incites seem to have simmered down as my eyelid gets heavy.