I have to think of something new, creative and out of this world. And guess what? I simply can't. Because my brain joined this "don't follow Kyla. Don't cooperate with her. She's a maniac with two stick up heads" club and started disobeying me. In lay man's terms, it stop DEAD! The loose screws (apparently caused by the well-deserved Christmas break I had and am having) inside my head's started hesitating processing the word "WORK" Damn. This work-repellent brain might never want to take in some information anymore. OH NO! And eventually, I won't be able to come up with something ..creative! ARRRRGGGHH!
And to top it all off..
MY GUITAR'S BROKEN.
Now there goes a surprise!
Can't my life get any sweeter? :|
UOI! Right now, as in NOW, I realized that I don't want to make mysterious entries anymore. And when I said "mysterious", I meant those entries with double meaning (and NOT in a dirty, nasty way. OK?) Haha. That used to be my thing. I ALWAYS put up different words, different stories and believe me, its far more different from the real reality. (Ain't that just weird and senseless? ..putting the words "real" and "reality" together?)
I don't get myself. So how could you?
Question:
Why do I make such loooooong entries?
























































