haven't been blogging for a really long time; it seems that i've just lost the muse for it. to think of it, i've lost a lot of things. i've been in a world of my own lately, totally disillusioned yet partly satisfied.
haven't really been keen on going to school at all, the thought of actually studying puts me off completely. yes, that's a really bad lane to go down but i just can't keep myself very much interested in it. school work has surprisingly been ok, and i actually managed to scrape through the last physics test (thanks to clever copying).
a lot of other thoughts have occupied itself where they don't belong. it's amazing how i can totally twist reality into a dream, sometimes even a nightmare. i miss a few people, some so near and others so far, but all of them in a world completely lost to me. it feels terrible when someone you thought you knew isn't the someone you know anymore. when you really want to talk to someone, but you know the words just refuse to flow.
something's missing in my life, and in that hole i replaced it with my dreams and illusions. however dreams are just that, and when they disappear in a puff of smoke all that's left is a cold, black hole.
i'm living in my own bubble. escapism works wonders on the empty soul.
this post sounds pretty pathetic.