his million complaints

"i cant sleep, everything i'd ever knew is a lie without you" but in this case, the worries and the feelings in my head have loud voices. so much so that i cant even sleep thru all these ruckus. its like, whenever you're stressed over something, it just haunts you. in other news, im typin this whole passage without even opening my eyes and im totally glad that im not making any serious mistakes thus far. i must be good at this.

its been a while. so much so that i myself felt neglected, like i'm out of touch and not in sync with myself. years back i would update actively regardless of who's who and who's reading. years passed and things have changed. im unwell, plagued with this health issue that bothers me. my sexual orientation still undetermined. undermining my next path choice. "like you but i dont know what it is that i like about you" what am i? is this love or am i craving for attention? whatever happened to dating more than one girl at a time? whatever happened to easily picking up chicks? oh yeah, i got fat. its been way too long since i had a proper interaction with girls, in which i am glad that my new current job has changed all that. im hoping for the best and maybe one day, i might happen to stumble upon my lil Miss Dimples. i thought i'd found her... but i shall not delve further for now. for fear that it might lead me astray, in which i already am feeling lost. an