i am so down on my luck nowadays. i feel cursed, somehow. bad things after another.
never ending. i cannot focus on the positive side because there's no any.
so don't blame me for being so pessimistic.so many things, i want to rant about,
but my fat fingers are way too lazy.
my whole purpose of a blog is to rant and be emo about things so i'm gonna do one rant.
there i was doing my work using the school's computer,
feeling satisfied and excited to meet the rest,
feeling satisfied and excited to meet the rest,
i saved the 3/4 finished file, intending to finish it at home.
but after i saved it, the screen froze. so the programme stopped working.
then a small pop-up boxed appeared stating that the file was badly DAMAGED!
so you should be able to foresee how the cookie crumbles.
some veins popped up, followed by some vulgarities hurled and a curse to the world.
and sooo i dragged my fat ass home early, even though i was tempted not to
and join the rest for drinks, i got home and did my work and it was 3/4 done.
exactly the same where i stopped working on the previous file.
i fell asleep, being tired and all.i woke up at ten a.m, and ta-dah! the file's GONE! fuck.
i have to do it thrice. for one fucking concept board.
argh. the frustrations. and i was late for class.
urgh. and so many things.i hate this.
and sometimes i just can't be bothered explaining myself of why the absence or late coming,
its just another excuse to the rest of the world and i partially blame myself for it.
for now, i see myself as a bitter old person, with eye bags so deep,
it can hold enough water to feed a family in india.
there are so much of negative energy around me,
the dark clouds can't help but to linger above my head wherever i go.
the negativity are attracting all the bad lucks in the world and here i am!
walking around feeling down and heavy. heavy for various reasons.
let's just say the stairs are not my friend anymore.
so i just want to fret about it. be angry and bitter.
give snide faces to people.and keep on asking, WHY?!
for now.
i hope things will get better. i kinda regret breaking mirrors for my art project.
maybe that was it. 7 years of bad luck.
let me count. 1 year, 2 years, 3 years... 4 MORE YEARS TO GO!
if it is true.
i feel like burning the world.
and watch the flame grow while creating the array of beautiful colours.
the hot steam slowly dispersing up into the air,
as the amber dances around it.
and then i will smile.