I feel like my soul was reaped out; it's empty in here. Yet my heart is vigorously pumping the blood, hormone much rapid then normal. But it's only living dead me with brain works only to 'eat'.
My routine can be a normal apple pie life, yet I can be as busy as prime minister either. I can even sleep like half of the day if I wanted to.
"I'm special, beautiful, powerful and wonderful. But, sometimes I'm miserable, pitiful. But that is so typical of all the things which, I am."
Am I crazy or something? Call it a hunch.
You wanna know why? Because my exam result is just around the corner [which is 25th] and I'm freakin' jumpy.
thanks for this, it's plain awesome and simple which is so ME :P