was just thinking about my sms "conversation" with daryl yday. haha

he asked me what i was doing.. and i told him i was thinking. he asked me what i was thinking. i told him: life.

somehow, i think, when i start thinking.. i come out feeling very derpress. hahaa.. he says i think too much. perhaps.

does my logic of fairytales actually exist?

will my dashing young knight save me from the dark, eerie dungeon guarded by a ferocious fire-breathed dragon??

will i actually be saved??

or will i rot, wither n eventually die there..?

lonely- an emotion?

i dunno. i dun feel it anymore.

and its ok. because i dun care.

ahh. shit. i hate to think.