So much so little

So much to write about, so little to say

So much has happened, so little has been done

So much to do, so little desire to do it

So much frustration, so little release

So much of you, so little of me.


The first three pertain to school--> Chinese, LS, Math, Filipino Accounting (Hell)I need to get serious. I need to step up. I need to organize.

Speaking of Organize, I need to clean up all my shit. My quarter of the world is a frikkin war zone. Clean clothes that I haven't put away in the closet, piled up on the chair under my laptop bag, its zippered mouth gaping up at the dusty ceiling, the charging cord hanging out like a lolling tongue. Its plug end is jammed in with the rest of the tangled mass of electronic roots soaking up the juice from the wellspring of my extension cord. Chucks out on the floor, under the chair, under my MWF bag, alongside my recently busted sandals lying sad and defeated in the corner. I have oodles of books (some of which I don't even use any more) and papers scattered across the desk in various subject combinations: A Sci10 handout pressed between the pages of a Chinese book, LS notes on a random page from a ratty green Math notebook,The horrors of Filipino and Accounting mixing in one wrinkled mass of paper printed with the essence of evil itself. Crap of all kinds is pouring out from the desk compartment. While papers and CDs and books and knickknacks and an empty barquillos container are scattered in various states of disarray on the different levels of the shelf that was supposed to help me keep tidy.

Ha.
Nice try though.

I will clean it. for the sake of my sanity I will clean up my pigsty. (I can't be a happy piggy otherwise)

The last 2 pertain to my "pisting inahak nganu ganahan ko nimu" crush (as opposed to your regular or happy crush)

To the person in question: GET OUT OF MY HEAD. Its messed up enough without you in it.

-prosepusher-

I'm not crazy. I already took my pills for today.