nutty

Sometimes i really wished for more to live for. Maybe i was born into the wrong environment. Maybe i was born into the wrong planet. I should rather be a gas molecule just exploding everytime i try to think of something horrendously complicated.

My mind is a tick-toc-tick-toc. No it's not a clock. I wish it was a clock. It'll keep on thinking until the batteries are dead. There's no batteries inside my brain!!! So i'll never stop. Horrible, terrible and vegetated.

I'm not talking sense. I don't get it. There so many things thinking right now i'm blocked. I see blank face and blank paper and blank time.

Maybe its time to really just REST.