there is no spoon
i'm feeling weird again. like i want to jump out of reality [or back into it], reminiscent of the barenaked ladies'
pinch me:
it's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone then you
try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn when you
try to see the world beyond your front doorit's as if i remember a better life from somewhere else, and compared to that memory, this world seems kinds black and white and sandpaperish. or maybe i spend too much time watching
naruto and wishing i could use henge to turn into kakashi permanently. uh, never mind.
unhappiness is when i was young and we didn't give a damn
'cause we were raised to see life as fun and take it if we canoff to band practice.
sige ingat.ΓΌ