Monday, 19 March 2012
I woke up. I felt shit.
here's a picture to show you.

I like the black vest though. Even if it exposes my nipple a bit.
I'm so tired of everything. which is terrible. Because of all the people, I said to myself. Not her. Never. I guess...Never mind.
There's not much point in anything. Exams coming up soon. I have the Easter holidays coming up as well, (whole of April off). I have to pick my modules for next year. I learnt how to record my piano prof. style. I have one more essay on Marx & Feuerback to write.
That's my life...fun is it not...
I tend to stay in uni till it gets quite late, so when I walk home, I can see the little stars and moon (there was no moon today). It opens up a whole new wonder, and a piece of mind. Maybe it's better off that I'm left alone, like all philosophers. Living somewhere far away.
Maybe ceasing to exist isn't a bad thing. True suicide is a beautiful thing; that is not one that is for attention seeking, or because they give up (I won't mention anyone, their very name is a stain). After all suicide is a the most perfected art of self-expression .
To cease to exist, is to enter a state of non-conscious. To not even know you don't know you not exist, or to anything for that matter.
If this is life, then perhaps un-life would be better. Is life after death even desirable?!
20:17