i have not written anything for days, it upsets me. i thought it was a gift and i dont want to trade it for any social causes, never in a million years...
i feel really sick today, i couldnt stop coughing and i lacked of sleep. i could pass out even when eating fries...unbelievable but true.
come to think of it, i have mountains of work which i have to complete before another mountains of work started to barge their way in to my life. the sad thing is that i'm not inspired in any way that i couldnt design. i thought i designed some okay stuff but i knew that my lecturer would reject them again and again until you'll cry him a river and let him drown in it.
i've been really creepy now, i think. i've been so curious about Jeff Buckley's death that i want him to appear and tell me about it himself...just please dont tell me he killed himself. if he did kill himself, i'm gonna pray to God to bring him back to life so that i could kill him myself..