Sunset In A Cemetery

" Neurotic, ha!"  I let out a scornful laugh. "  If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive and another for the rest of my days."
Buddy put his hand on mine.
"  Let me fly with you."   - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath "

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This week has been an unbearably insane one.

I still can't comprehend the fact that they just buried my own grandmother this Monday. And for the past few days I kept on dreaming about how the wet and worm-filled soil is treating her down there. It wasn't actually a nightmare, but not a good dream either. It's just like that dream that all of a sudden came up to you at night because you can't stop thinking about it when you're awake.

And I thought with me being absent for two days in school, I would have miss a ton loads of lessons. But instead, I found myself in a state of utter boredom and clearly un-panic just two hours after I arrived at school on Wednesday.

And then of course, as if my raging-teenage-hormone-filled life would not be complete without it, a creature of the same species of the opposite sex is currently on my mind for the past few days for 24/7! The last thing I want right now is to face another middle-school drama and get hurl back into a state of heartbroken. Again....
But the feeling is too mutual and unbearable.. I ... can't ... stop... And to whom it may concern, god, you had no idea!

Oh, and, um, to a/some particular girl(s) in my school who think that I actually care about them and their lives and all that dramas: ef wai ai, nope I don't give a piece of freaking shite on your lives. I've got mine to concern about so I don't think I could actually spend some time trying to care about yours let alone to be concern and talk about it. Kayyy.

Anyway, picture from last afternoon:

See the rest of it in Sasha's blog here :)

Now, I'm just gonna go watch the new season of Vampire Diaries until the sun rises back again. I'm still pissed that Stefan is now out of the scene,, which means less Paul Wesley-hotness. But Ian-Nina is just too cuteeee so I think I could still manage until they finally find out where the heck is Stefan.

Ciaoh!