A little worn down I guess.

 Well, the easter holdiay was not so much of a holiday, because I worked _hard_ and long to finish the props for Bakacon (which I did). Seems like my lifestyle has started to wear me down. As school started, I got sick too. Nothing too serious, I just don't feel too good and have a little fever. Nothing that I couldn't shrug off, and propably will be gone by tomorrow. (Hopefully)

Again, this question...

Who the hell am I? Who the hell do I think I am? Why do I think so? Why do others think what they think? What do they think? Who the hell do others think I am?

Fuck.

Love feels bad. It hurts.

I know you were right.

I know it, I reap what I sow: Force answers force, war breeds war, and death only brings death. To break this vicious circle, one must do more than act without thought or doubt.

Sometimes I just want to sleep

Found Adam Savage's Twitter and readed it for a good few hours. That man is an idol to me.
Have been really unproductive lately. Haven't slept much.(Like I normally sleep that much)
Fifth period of highschool started. Can't believe that the first year is almost over.
Summer and cons are slowly rolling around. No cosses even started yet.
Okay, I think I'll watch a bit of anime and then head off to bed.

Have a good one.

Well now it's getting exiting.

Now I am not sure is everyone else boring or am I pathetic. Regularly my psyche is so overconfident that I wouldn't wonder about things like this. Interesting, yes.
 Back to business, people are so boring and negative of every single surreal idea and can't understand a joke. On the other hand my jokes are extremely bad because I am tired because I couldn't sleep last night. And why I couldn't sleep last night. Well if I'll say that I was crying my loneliness and placelessness in this world you wouldn't believe me because you think I'd be sarcastic about it, but now that I said it out loud you aren't so sure am I kidding or not. Fuck yeah, crypticism. Or is it even cryptic? Is it cryptic only because it isn't cryptic but it was written so that it sounds like it is cryptic? Yeah well my jokes aren't really even that good normally.

I'm not making any sense again.

Fascinating.

It is very fascinating
That how little and puny such thing as life is
Life is fragile. Easy to break. One single bullet, 300-gram slug of lead and copper, one swift move of a blade
We break easily. Human body, and mind aswell. Especially the mind.
Yet so powerful, capable to rule, to command,
To love
Then I am forced to wonder, What love really is?
Respect? Care?
Truth?
Once I think I knew what love is. But I am no longer sure, can't remember.
All I remember is that it was wonderful. Something worth living for. Something worth dying for.
Something I sacrificed everything for and never asked anything back.
Heh, and guess what? I didn't get anything back.
Nothing but memories, memories which I'd better forget.
Dreams that I can never achieve again.
Dreams that I am not sure do I want to achieve again...

Yes, I fear. But even more than I fear, I know in my heart, that I am alone.
Again.

This is good, isn't it?