Little Miss Tired

I read an article from some random indie magazine in class today and I felt like writing this short down. Funny how these scenarios form in my head when I should really be focusing on my project. But first, let me write this out. First draft. I'll come back to this, someday. Or maybe not.

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I just sat there in the cold, knowing i couldn't see you again.

I see every need to disappear into the woods to train on my strength and resilience for I am far too soft, vulnerable - both in mind and body.

Let me fight with the bears

And win them.

M-ovember.

Some movies are so damn good (in my opinion), to the extent that I will have second thoughts about watching it again. Mainly because:

1. I know how much my heart will break. yes, this is the type of genres that I frequently watch.
2. I don't want to find it annoying in the future.
3. I probably will wish to be in the movie. even as a calefare.
4. I just don't want to feel empty when the movie ends, again. 

& holy macaroni, 
it's November. 

Voice like Medusa

I wanted to pinpoint this infinite sadness that is going through my mind right now.

But I can't seem to find the source of it.

And the worst part is that I know it's there.