Here's the day where it feels too much and feels too little all at the same time.
Like, having a job without passion.
Like, having a lover without love.
Like, having enemies without anger.
No fire, nowhere's on fire.
(I said like. That implies use of similes. So you can leave out asking me.)

Henceforth, I guess I'm sick of life. No, not of mugging. I'm fine with studying. I'm probably sick of everything else.
Like, getting worked up by nitty gritty stuff.
Like, exasperation.
Like, I-want-to-be-alone-s.
Like, redundant "s".
(I reiterate, I said like.)
Like, some things that happen need not imply others.
Like, if I don't feel like talking to you,
it doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you,
or I'm angry with you,
or anything that's too personal.
Like, stop thinking everything's over you.
Like, it's so not.
Like, if you start taking everything personally,
like that,
then maybe I'll really get angry with you.
(I said maybe. That implies a possibility, a probable chance. It's not the same as will, if you don't realise.)

Oh no. Now you're going to start guessing what exactly I'm talking about, even though I said like and maybe. You're going to jump to conclusions like rabbits jump at carrots. (Sorry, I can't think of any other example of jump.) Ha.

I can't stand humans.
They're too complicated and they clog up my mind like monsoon clogs up drains.
Too much water at too fast a speed.
Like, really alot alot of water.



6:57:00 PM because I say so