its 3.30 in the morning and i really dont want to sleep right now. not in the mood, will never be in the mood. its only on weekends that i can stay up and blabber my mind all over the blog. occassional words of struggled good will can be heard from the person presently snoring away, but only the words asshole is all i can think of at this pt. its not rational in anyway, but hell be it, i deserve to be pissed.

meh meh meh meh meh meh meh meh.

its only in the dead of the night when you seem to think the best, although not clearly, and the formulation of my first pet project for writing have come to an end. the real writing might never commence but who really cares.

the meanie gang concludes that i have an inferiority complex. really? i dunno, i dun care and i dun wana noe. i'm me and i'm me. not you, not him, not he. the only thing i'm good at, i think would be to convince myself of things that might never have occured to me. you noe like those stoics, those who believe strongly in one thing and they would focus everything into accomplishing that one task? think that would be me.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

oh yah. and i'm as stubborn as a mule. whether ttz a good or bad thing, i've yet to determine. it never the less all adds up to one thing, its genetic. my mom, my dad, my brother. bingo. at least i'm no freak.

can feel the fatigue sinking in. must sleep. zzzzzzzzzz.