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Eighty six four hundred seconds

Gotta tell them that we love them while we've got the chance to say,

Misinterpreted perfection.

; Monday, January 31, 2011

But what if I can't hear that call at all?


Afraid. Scared. Terrified. They are scary words themselves. And yes. I've been feeling this way for the past few days. It's not really stressed y'know. I know that those emotions are not exactly good for me, or for anybody in that fact. I'm reading a book about brains and it's miraculous functions now. I should know better. They are negative emotions. Nope. No good at all. But, sigh. I don't want to 'not care' about everything. I don't want to waste time either trying to forget, knowing that it'll just be a futile effort with those monsters haunting the edge of my consciousness. It's... scary. Terrifying. Out-of-worldly spine-chilling.

Especially when you do not know what you are up against. At all.

Secret #101. I've been on the edge of tears for these past few days. No it's not because I'm some stupid emo-kia whatsoever. Throw your head in the bin if you've thought so. -.-