here's a series of fanatical events:

I met Mark on bus 851 this morning.
he smiled.
I smiled.
I met Mark again after school.
he smiled.
I smiled.
and I told him that I had a dream abt him.
now, someone pls shed some light:
why would I tell an aquantence such a thing?

stress causes loony syndromes.

as I was crossing at the traffic light,
a car almost hit me.
when I was almost across the road,
a bike almost hit me again!
why didnt I hear a honk or am I alrdy dead?

stress deafens and blinds.

I couldnt help laughing hysterically at the dinner table and passing crappy comments.

stress is senseless!
just like this post.

IF I fail, remind me not to take promos again.
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am having a relatively aweful throat and my body&mind are screaming for rest!

just recalled smth aggie told me sometime ago abt how "we cant expect others to be there for us when we cant afford the same for them". ahh. prudently said. it's time to learn that as much as globalization can draw humankind closer, a surreal force can repel us further apart also.

all I need is alil comfort that no one can give. :/