The one about london

Safiin feels redundant.

why not just let me move to london n study there?? why force me to stay here?? simply dun get it. always sabotaging an otherwise gr8 night. *rolls eyes*

eyes rolling aside..
talk seems easy. but brings about no use. why should i do all that just to please? i dun aim to please. like it does me any good at all. prollie explains why i cant be a promoter. talk like a saint, condemning others when it's no different. saint-esque indeed. to hell with it. as the sayin goes "if you cant swim, dun jump into the water". like if you dun like it, don do it. THAT simple. why make THAT so complicated. just when complicated's bad enuf, it could get worse. dammit!

ARGH!!.. ok i've got too much in my head/heart to type. brain juice flowing soo fast i cant keep up. so i'm just gonna emerse myself into the music that my ipod's gonna play....................... still on my sofa, still in my clothes, still yet to charge my phone. still ______.