Unspeakable thoughts now rule my head.
The bane of my life has returned. Then again, I don't exactly think that foe has actually left. More like being in hiding mode.
The evil side of people and the portrayal of their true colours have left me dumbfounded. Absolutely speechless.

Does it really matter if I'm not my usual loud-mouth, hyperactive, bitchalot self? Grace thought I was dying. Heh. Afterall, I am going through a personality alteration! Perhaps the agonising gastric pains were actually blessings in disguise. It keeps me quiet and leaves people with a false impression of myself.
Who am I trying to kid man...
Something's definitely missing in my life right now. Can't quite put it in words though. Am seriously considering picking up the colourful markers and putting them to good use. Like drawing smileys on people's hand or lecture notes. x) Blue, red and pencil bores me. (the only colours I use at work) Then again, there's no more school for a few more months and if you seriously think about it, it'd be ridiculous to bring those childish bad habits to the next phase of getting that ohsoimportantpaper right? But I don't deny that I indulge in cheap thrill. Doodling nonsensical faces and cheesy words are my favourite!
As for now, I think I'll occupy myself with more personal writing while waiting for my hair to dry.

*Say you don't love me anymore