breathe...

its so fast. needa stop, check, and make sure i'm not lost. do i noe the right direction in the first place? wats the use of a compass without a map? but somehow i love this stress. i'm sick, maybe? i love my friends. i love carol. she says "okay~". its the same - each time. such a darling. head and shoulders in my eyes. feel swollen, abit minty. needa close it to feel better. maybe its contact lenses. tired - possible? i hate passing of weekday, first time ever. come thursday, den d-day, den d-day-2, den Judgement. maybe dead by then. stop - breathe. proceed. sised flipped gives desis. destructive elements - surreptitious in smiles. stupid smiles. innocence defines itself - and knows itself; to redefine it - is to lose it altogether. star's beautiful, but i hate that it burns itself. it's dying to shine - literally. pointless. -breathe- its so fast. needa stop, check, and make sure i'm not lost. maps are paths visited - and revisited. compasses were made for pathfinders.