I feel so strange.. so.. abstract.. and so.. different.. But nonetheless, I guess, i'm just emotionally disturbed by tigress.. Nothing much.. nothing much.. I should deal with me myself.. me myself..
Echoes.. I feel so strange with myself... myself.. I have questions.. I have many many questions.. about myself.. and about.. myself.. I'm trying to figure why i'm having so many questions.. about.. myself.. and myself.. and myself...
I want answers.. I want solutions.. to myself.. I want to know why am i being so not myself.. I want to know.. what's in it for me to be so not myself.. Why am i so cruel to myself.. Why am i so cruel... Why did someone have to ask me that? And why did it have to be me to be asking myself that?
Why is it just me, standing alone to face me? Why should i be here alone? Why... am i leaving myself for another me? Who am i going to take form? What's in it for me?
My heart's desire seems to burn a hole out of itself. And that pain irks me to give up in being myself.. I want to find myself.. and yet i'm half-dead already.
I'll post the pictures tomorrow.. i'll post the pictures.. tomorrow.. as long as tomorrow would live on to be itself and not it.