May 2nd, 2007
stop.
every once in a while, in our ordinary boring lives, a perfect day happens. a day so perfect that you didn't want it to end, that when you try to sleep at the end of it, you can't because falling asleep means that come tomorrow morning, things will go back to normal.
i had one not so long ago. i thought the perfect day will extend to two perfect days, or if i'm really, really lucky, can extend to a perfect week, and etc etc. but i was wrong. each and everyday i long for a repeat performance of that perfect day. yeah well life sucks that way. as of this night however, i am letting go. letting go of my desire. i will be having my penis fish excised, for people who loved to watch grey's anatomy on a regular basis hehe. there really is no hope. i will stop attaching (is there such a word? hehe) meaning to every gesture, every word. i will stop being jealous for no reason at all. i will just stop. maybe then i can sleep when it gets dark like every normal person. and i can actually get some work done. and i can finally concentrate on things that are really important. like school.
i just wish it was that easy, as easy as writing this entry. as easy as typing the word stop.
i really, really hate it when this happens. i was happy before that perfect day. way before. now i will never complain again when my life gets boring and corny and predictable.