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Thursday, August 21, 2008'♥

// academia comatose. //

having to resort to using sleeping aids for the lethargy this body is going through, is just , futile and pitiful. i cant remember when was the last time, i remotely even had a good night sleep.i am wallowing in all the self pitying , i can ever indulge myself in.

there will always be enough and adequate causes of worries, errands, deadlines that renders sleeping impossible .Especially knowing my tendencies, to oversleep and skip sch, i just then , choose not to sleep,altogether.

coupling with all my sociology nonsense, of marx's, durkeim's and hobbes , i am suffering for indefinite cranial failure, and academia comatose. Sociology isnt something that's really hard to comprehend especially for the discerning observers of our time .it is just -tedious.

sch's alittle more bearable . renewed friendships and budding buddies.

sighs.
i hate myself for being the control freak that i am.
i cant wait to fly off to europe with theboy yearend.
i just need my sleep and my food.

thank you for always tucking me in, and holding me. hunniemoo.

4:57 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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