the_pangs_of_sloth Rasputine {Vermelha} I think I'm ruining my life, crushing the Ego icessantly against the dusty ground. I think university plunged on it and it has died. I think I'm not apt for university. I passed three chairs out of 6. I stood there, blankly staring at the grade. Yet another of my favourite subjects. How could I fail Classic Culture? I'm doing my best at shunning the victimising-attack, but my existence feels as important to the world as that of an ant. Though ants are probably of better use [invading houses or providing as nourishment for spiders][or whatever]. I think I overreacted with having found emotions. I was cleverer without them. I could be depressed over the lack of care and develop an improved self-expression on a daily basis. Now it seems my mind has floated off somewhere, allured by the hazy sight of *his* eyes, diverted from the real ambitions. All I apparently do is dream, but my mind can only produce the typical-teenager dreams of meeting someone who I actually already met. I wonder if there is anything else to me. If I could be more than what I am today. If this mediocre intellect is my limit. And why do I fear a sedentary life so much. And why this is getting to me so much. I wonder if I'll regret having written this by tomorrow. I always do. So I better stop complaining now. Just wanted to make my miserable state official to the world wide web. Not that anyone cares, though... :-p 010625 ... baby satan mourning the death of your ego. the fangs of noth. chris noth. the bangs of cloth. wash cloth. the gangs of moth. big moth. etceteretera. 010625 ... sabbie ants. friggin' ants. and i'm sure the opposite of sloth is ants. 010625 ... Casey HEY YOU GUYS!!!!!! 010625 what's it to you? who go blather from