The situation's bad. I think work's consuming me a bit more everyday. I almost feel guilty now, not going to work on weekends (watching Iron Man 2 does help tho :P)
However, I'm glad that I still have urges to write....but they're now reduced to drafts on my cell....
Here's an excerpt of something that I was hoping to make into a good post...but just couldn't....
It's like I'm in exile.... the people who matter aren't here....feels like a dream where I can do whatever, be whoever and it'll be normal again once I wake up...
Or is it, really? Do we have to prepare for reality in a dream? Why is it that every action is aimed at paving a path for a larger than life destination?
Are my feelings real this time, or is this just the after-effect of an incredibly boring official lunch?
Are you any different, but?
I can be really shallow at times, and I don't even regret it......don't get me wrong... I don't mean the hot-not-hot kinda shallow....that's hard wired in guys...... I'm sapiosexual. Big time. Its something that I've tested out a lot. I just can't be with someone who's not ...well..... up to it.