Even the ravens are fed...

I am well taken care off. Emotionally, physically and spiritually.

I'm so out there, I'm afraid that I'd become familiar with what's in here.

I. Need. To. Stop. This.

PMS

I was thinking to myself the other day, that my life goals are quietly becoming my identity. Now what happens if they change? Or I simply do not follow through?

oh dear...

I'm tired but I'm workin' yeah!

All at once, I feel excited and depressed, uplifted and oppressed.
On the emotional spectrum, I meet both ends.

I wonder how much longer I am able to go on.

Today's midterm went terribly. But that's besides the point. It could've been a lot worse. I could've been a monk in Burma. But then again, maybe I'd rather be a monk in Burma.

It dawned on me on the way home from choir today that my phobia of normality might deem it difficult for me to be content with, well... mediocrity.

In short, I want to change the world.

While Burma is possibly on the brink of revolution, I'm studying for my Regulatory State test tomorrow.

What went wrong??

I'm warm.
Like an egg.

I want this. And I'm really glad that I'm not here in the lyrics.