ive been finding it harder and harder to write nowadays. the words cant flow out of my fingers anymore. all i can do is feel the burst of emotions swimming to mingle till they are incongruously best of friends. till i dont know what im feeling now. the words we learn in kindergarden for description: happy. sad. angry. and the thoughts, god i can never stop thinking even when i dont want to. the mere pause in a conversation, a lecture and im right there relieving old days, watching the future, traveling in someone's company and musing about anything-just anything that pops into my mind. maybe that's how i miss clubbing so much right now. here's something from another blog:

Who needs pain when you have vodka in your blood?
Who needs love when you have another body to dance against?
Who needs purpose when all you've got is tonight, tonight, tonight....

Why am I here?
Why am I here again?

No matter where I am or where I go, I am always alone.

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i need it now. the mindless slavery to the beat of the music the lightheadedness till everything seems so perfectly simple and uncomplicated there is nothing you can do now there is nothing you will think about now nothing you will feel now when you close your eyes there is nothing left let it all out because how can a person possibly feel so much in such a short time if a transparent drop could whisper its pain the beat of a heart could scream