-lost little shoe-

the narrator

I am only a little melancholic, a little bit sick of the world, but isn’t everyone like this?

If you feel that I am unfamiliar in a crowd, do not be surprised, that is not the real me

I am still the person you know from before.

by Jimmy Liao

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

I am not exactly sure what I am doing now. My mind has taken me on a roller-coaster ride of ideas to many strange and unsettling places, and I just can't seem to STOP my thoughts or calm it down.

I mean, I am not very sure why I am still here, dead in the middle of the night (morning?) at 1:30am, sitting in front of my laptop rapidly typing away to fill this space of a blog in front of me with... musings about why I am still here, dead in the middle of the night (morning?) at 1:30am, sitting in front of my laptop rapidly typing away to fill this space of a blog in front of me with... you get the drift?

It's as if there are words trying to wriggle themselves out of me, but I don't know what they are and I feel extremely frustrated because I simultaneously feel like I have many things to say and yet nothing to say.

*blinks* what on earth did I just write *blink blink*

Ok, the best thing to do is to go to bed NOW isn't it?

..signing off..