Yay for panic attacks. After two hours of nonstop uncontrollable laughing, now huddled in bed crying. Fun isn't it. Every night. I'm tired.
The clothes are refusing to dry properly. The apartment smells like cat food. I can't concentrate to the point that I haven't touched a single text since two weeks that uni has started and yesterday bolted from Contracts. In despair because I'm constantly thinking there's a really huge sharp knife in the drawer. I have no idea how to survive this semester. The only thing I had was to get a cat which I probably won't be able to take care of. I am exhausted everyday from cleaning, walking, sitting, thinking. How desperate.
Boy. You come by every night with food. I appreciate that I starve a little less. Everytime you're the reminder of the little things which hurt, which doesn't deserve to hurt me anymore. To get rid of them does that mean I have to lose you? Sigh. What role do I play in your life as a friend, hm?
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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