star-crossed melodies

okay!

another of those things…

well, do you know that moment when you just want to put a punch on your own face? well, i guess not. i had it. several days ago, just after…well, certain event, in which i had to encounter…certain…figure…ah well.

i feel like punching.
the wall? nah, hurt me hand.
me own face? what are you kiddin me?
so i make these mental images of me beating up some guy (couldn’t tell who). where’s the training sack when you need it?!

suteki da ne
suteki da ne
suteki da ne
suteki da ne
suteki da ne
suteki da ne
suteki da ne

okay,

today was a wonderful/bad (a little bit of both for me…i don’t know how to define it) day or it is me just being weird, i don’ t know. but i feel like saying this

i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…i hate it…

as of the explanation for it…?
well, maybe in next post. or maybe not? it’s past midnight and i can’t sleep.