A Spoil For Me.

Boredom shook me up to find sense after drumming out a few ideas in my mind as I go on with my usual business of studying my flashcards. Seriously, I get that most of the time I have the feeling of quite the inspiration to finish an entire chapter but I always end up havin’ to read the phrases for awhile before actually lazing out on the subject.

And so, I took off with what I’ve read about and just plainly watched a movie as I enjoy a few cold chocolate bars!!! Some sugar rush… later on I passed out and slept for an hour or two just because of that glutton thing I just did.

I get too absorbed of the pressure that I should pass the exams and just by experiencing all these stress free indulgence, I’d think I should really put my head to it and do something about my lazing out side of me.

Still, it’s a fact that sometimes when boredom get its way… prepare some bad habits turn to good spoilers.

That Midnight Outburst.

3 glass full of cola at dinner placed me up and doing about half past 12 midnight.

Things are just a whirlwind of thought, pent up emotions and misunderstanding.

 In just 1 week of havin’ the New Year I get to have so much drama suddenly or so happening beyond my own comprehension. Seriously, doing about all these ridiculous and if not gullible events I may have even place myself and so off the record of being totally in crisis. I need effin’ help and it isn’t coming until I ask for it which I have yet nothing came or if did, bloody where on earth should it be??!

I lost a friend, created so much silly nonsense out of my life, made it out a bad relationship, ended up acting sore and impulsive and now, anything that goes nearer to me gets the hang that I am not the type to be dealt with. Seeing me nothing but a fake, questionable brat unable to think clearly for whatever sensibility he has for his too good to be true kind of life.

Stuck over some incredulous thinking I can fix myself by pulling away from all social networks I’ve been and just now putting all the pride and guilt feeling I can have for myself checking them back anyways.

Seclusion, punishing myself this way is not even good. I thought so. And I may be right with it too.