or something

ahhh, even though I hardly have any homework, I'm finding it hard to do the things I want to do. Like write. Or sleep. Or read. Or something. How frustrating.

Rubber band

I'm sick of being Shrunken, pulled, and Stretched! From today on, I will be a rubber band!

Think outside the Box

They say to think outside the box, and I have. But what I've found is that if you let them overflow too much, you won't have much left to drink. They'll be scattered, and its hard to pick up. You'll start stretching between the gaps that have been left, and in the end you might not have anything left.

Care

Everything would be so easy if only I didn't care. But, somehow I feel that would be a waste. So maybe the thing I have to do is find the right things to care for. And forget the rest.

Present Timeline

I can't believe how many childhood memories I had forgotten about. They seem so far away that its hard to believe that I was even there in the first place. It's strange, almost like the deja vu you see sometimes of the future. You can't even believe that you would ever be in a different place than the place you are in now. It's hard to see past the boundaries of a present timeline. Yet, I still feel like I'm time-warping when I remember my past thoughts.

Thoughtful Zombie

New song! Found today, I really like it. I almost can't believe it's a cover, and an English one at that! The original one was Japanese, so it takes some skill to get the same meaning in a song while still having it make sense and sound good when its given to another language. Of course, the lyrics are not the same, but they got pretty close. The video below the first one is the Japanese version, covered by the same person.

Original Lyrics
Original Song 

Define Qualia:
plural of quale

Noun

"A quality or property as perceived or experienced by a person."

- google

I had such a time trying to figure out what that meant....even this definition didn't make any sense to me, but I read another little article (here), and I think I get it finally.

Seeming and Being

Seeming is almost as good as Being, sometimes. If you seem like an authoritative person, people will take you as one. If you act like a crazy person, people will assume your crazy. Acting practically makes the world go 'round. Personally, it sickens and fascinates me at the same time.

Runnings

Sometimes I live in such a normal, everyday life choked up in schedule, that I forget how to breathe. It takes a few runnings around for me to remember before I suffocate for good. It's getting harder, though. Remembering that is.

Awkward, or not?

I have no idea if what I just did was good or bad, and least of all how it will turn out. Things like this can be described as 'awkward', probably. Or not.

Premature suicidal thoughts

Everyone says death is painful, even though they've never experienced it.
I wonder if it's the opposite?

Obviously KO

I'm not "OK". 
Obviously,
I am "K.O."
obviously-

Mad Man

You can deal with all that blether later,
right now
I just wanna laugh like a mad man.

Thoughts to Remain Sane

When I'm at school, this is what I think to remain sane:

"Don't be kidnapped by aliens yet."
"Don't go to another dimension yet."
"Chocolate cake is waiting at the other end of the hall."
"Just think about weird phrases!"
"Think about Fairyland!"
"Don't run dance in flowers yet."
"You'll disappear in another moment, so it doesn't matter."
"ooo, scary stories"
"Momotaro!"
"Goblin spiders like to crawl on my dead soul *smiles*"
"Waltzing with Death can leave you feeling cold, but warm!"
"Hurray! I get to die!"
"Where is my adorable blue Saturday from the sea?"

And people all look at me funny.

Useless

Even if I'm useless, I'll be here anyways

Useless

Even if it's useless, I'll do it anyways.

No one Knows

"Dare mo shiranai anata no kamen
Dare mo shiranai anata no kao
No one knows your mask
No one knows your face"

Brain

My heart is a battlefield of death, and my fate is a buried toxic wasteland. My body already has two feet in the grave, so I gave up all of it to cherish only one thing. My brain, my mind, my memories, my thoughts, my opinions, my contradictions, all of it is all of me.

Selfish

I'm extremely selfish. I suppose I'm human in that respect.

Why is it?

"Why is this world so painful?"
That is not the right question.
The right question is
"Why is this world so beautiful?"
Even when it's painful?
Even when it's covered in blood and tears?

Why is it?

I feel like a Shark

With the seconds counting down, disappearing with the sunset, I found it harder to breathe on this easy day, than on the day I was always swimming after them.