I went to bed feeling really idiotic yesterday but I woke up feeling rejuvenated and bent on correcting my folly. Ha. The cynical bitch is back. Muahahaha.
I was just bored. And that's final.
And perhaps it's me prolonging the inevitable? It's my way of not thinking, is all. Yes. Not thinking. It's a conscious effort of knowing something but moving it to the far recesses of my mind. Heh.
What am I not thinking of?
Well --- I also choose not to talk about it.
Uh-huh. This is my way of not talking about it. Hehehe.
Oh, don't mind me. I'm not that bad.