i'm back. not back because i know what to Write though. in fact, i'm still as clueless as when i left off the last time. i'm on a one week break from work and all i do is lie in bed and do nothing. i try to sleep during the day but my mind won't switch off. nothing's particularly bothering me though, other than the usual whiney stuff. i just lie here and wonder where or what it is that i'm heading towards. nothing comes out of it usually, other than headaches and lethargy. guess its all just a journey to the end really. the end would just be like when a movie ends or when a shop closes forever. the doors will shut, the lights will blow out and you just fall asleep forever, and nothing that has happened in the past will ever matter anymore, the end.

A part of me is telling me to delete all that crap above and close this window and maybe go to sleep, forget that i had wanted to write something. because its all crap, senseless crap that doesn't say anything. i cannot even write a simple post about what i did today or yesterday or last week or whatever. Because none of it really matters. none of it.