Those Fake Smiles

It's been like this all along. Day in, day out. Slumbering in this empty house and do no shit as usual. 30th of May which is still very far away from now and, argh, I should do some shit during this period of time. But in the mean time, this thing that I'm feeling nowadays is very strange. It's a mix of being cold and scared all at the same time. It's like when you’re sitting on the bathroom floor, with the head shower sprinkling all over you for an hour or two and you do nothing but wondering when exactly will the water supply be depleted. I'm feeling like I'm refrained from using my gifts and curses. People look at you and you actually think that you're being friendly by smiling at them, but those smiles are just fakes and you have totally no idea about it. It really taste like poison burning through the heart and the only antidote is time and money. I mean, these are compost for most lives. Spending does make you feel better. But I truly think that it doesn't. It'll just make you feel incomplete. You just want more and more like a drug and I also think that I don't need that liquid to cure me because I know that it's gonna be alright soon. All I need is to take that feeling, put it together with love and affection, just let it be and continue the story. Yeah. On a lighter note, I have to attend a prize-giving ceremony next Thursday. Apparently I came in third in a comic drawing competition that I took part in. Well actually, By was the one who encouraged me to take part in it. Everyone was proud of me and that includes myself as well. All I can say is that I'm looking forward to any comic drawing competition in the future. Yeah. Short ending. Till then.

Ciao.