Tell me what you

This post is dedicated to nobody, but the absence of yours truly at this space. Let's just say, time has been pretty unforgiving. I've officially lost track of my sense of time. I even put off going to the night market near my area because of homework. Have you have any idea how much I wanted to eat that smelly tofu?! All that's left in my mind are deadlines (have you ever noticed that it's DEADlines and not the commonly misspelled DATElines?), because I've been pretty much like a walking zombie with a malfunctioned brain, cranking up a little weird, somesort of an emotion every once in awhile - just so that I can snap at people's blatant ignorance(s) that never fails to drive me up to the walls and then take a right exit, straight into my grave. I'm not even kidding. But wait, do zombies have brains in the first place, and do they even function? Do partially-decomposed brains work in the first place - I'm not dumb, but hey, if a papaya is slightly soft and rotty on one corner, the remaining parts are still edible right? Right.

Besides that, I foresee myself getting tangled up in this soon to be hot mess because once again, I probably won't be able to decide on certain stuff and eventually, I'll just become fucked up like how I was a couple of years back. Not surprising. I mean, besides Tired,

There's this quite-cute year 2 guy at school. But for the past month, I feel  he looks a little bit like:

Mr Penguin from Batman.

I know, please do not even try to comprehend what's in my mind all the time because I'm appalled by my thoughts when I do reflections in the night. You probably have no clue on how many "WTFs" I say to myself nearly every night/day. It could amount to an A0 typography artwork, and counting on.