moving on...

i don't want to start another dramathon. it makes this blog more lame. i also don't want to complain about people who are making my life miserable. i don't want to write about what i did every minute of my day. actually, there's nothing i'd like to do. i don't even want to sleep. maybe stare at melencholic pictures? in deviantart? days pass like falling leaves in autumn. every inhale of cigarette is like another day of my life span removed. i used to be determined. i used to be so insipred. i used to know what i want. now i stare at a friend who's talking to me without listening to what he's saying. the words that comes off his mouth is a blur. it happens every now and then. i go wherever i want. i do whatever i want. eat whatever i like. i take no one's advice. i'm free as a bird. isn't it great? maybe.