i, myself do not know what are actually running in this head : jealousy, frustration, self-detestment, cluelessness, restlessness, plus more of them rolled together
failure in figuring out what myself really long for at this moment (aside from the flumpool's live dvd i'm coveting so much)
it's just that something's void here...
or something's crammed up in here i can hardly let out or speak out loud
p/s: there's no way it is homesickness
ok, i guess it's better to pray early on time, my bad here -ciou-