Today was fine i guess, at least tragic hero essay has been extended to group work. Oh, and Nicholas went through his operation. I haven't played dota in a long time. It went smoothly...np, np.

In the aftermath of heightened emotions, i feel that i should re-examine my emotional states. I was just stoning, when i realised, was i happy?

Or was i high?

In the previous few weeks, my emotions just fluctuated between being extremely high to being extremely emo. It explains the weird mix of poems and normal posts. I...do not know when my mood will change again.

In these few months, i had experienced a lot that i haven't experienced before. It's going to cumulate into something even bigger. And soon, it will be. This sounds cliche, but while i feel that my life has taken a turn for the better, i also feel that it is drooping. I only started being emo this year, and it was really unique.

On the plus: Poems, appreciating the dark, temporary immunity against pain (no, i don't cut myself)

On the minus: Lack of enthusiasm, Bleak outlook on life, Pains in my chest

I feel like i'm describing the side effects of a drug.

This drug may cause lack of enthusiasm, a bleak outlook on life, pains in one's chests, and occasionally a sudden urge to stare into space.

I dont want to waste my time.
Become another casualty of society.
Ill never fall in line.
Become another victim of your conformity.
And back down.

Maybe i should talk more about my everyday life. Or i should just stick to this form of blogging. I dunno, gimme a sign.

I begin to wonder, did my mask really start cracking? Or was it that soft, fragile layer of styrofoam? What really matters is...my mask has returned.