tomorrow's gonna be well... exams again?
but what in the world am i doing here.
sitting on this chair gazing at the monitor?
i've been here almost for the entire day.
the smoke from the burnt hell notes are choking up my head.
its making my head throb, and my nose wanna run away.
its not just my nose, i would if i could.
im feeling immensely uncomfortable.
past events zoomed past my neuron theatre.
im confused and im feeling uncomfortable
so bad its worse than having sand stuck at uneasy corners.
worse than pulsating ulcers
i dont know what im doing here im just wasting my time.
this feeling has no telling.
it just goes round and round.
i guess i'll bury this all
in the sleeping ground.
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