still high on the fumes

"What's wrong?"

"Me. There's something wrong with me."

Lonely eyes and a "save me" smile, I know I could die tonight

I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

I just want this to end.

Finals never fail to throw me into melancholy and despondency.

don't just dream in your sleep, it's just lazy

There's a certain kind of weirdness in people that makes them so attractive.

I don't know why people frown upon weirdness, isn't it a factor that separates somebody else from the rest?

Not weird in a psychotic manner, but small, cute yet peculiar gestures that amuse humans.

I think we need to embrace it.

What goes up, ghost around

I don't think I've ever been so frazzled/confused/helpless/nonplussed/lost in my life.

If only making a decision in this matter was as simple as choosing whether I want Sausage Egg McMuffin or Hotcakes from McD's breakfast menu.

Not that the latter is a simple decision anyway.

But I'd rather be choosing what to have for breakfast a thousand times over than having to deal with this matter which I'm so conflicted over.