I'm addicted to O2ojam. Hellols. But.. Tomorrow may be the last day I get to really jam my soul out. Explosive2 is beautiful. Went to the library today. Didn't do much there. Was playing around most of the time. Used words to communicate. Used my phone to take a few photos. Then I was horribly interrupted. Crap that guard. So scary. Can't even hear what he wanted to put across. Muffled words.

I don't like narrating my day. So I won't blog until I have a bad day. Hellols. It's a getaway.

Got a lecture from Mummy again. Not about you. About us and I. My decisions and I again. Does compelling work? Gosh... Why is it always abt the same thing? Hurt here hurt there. I've already done the most I could. Stopped. I know what I'm doing ok. I've already 'popped' the conclusion twice. Maybe my life was supposed to be this screwed up. I tried to decide. 2 times. I just couldn't live it then. Now it makes everything negative again. Negative feelings everytime these thoughts resurface. What do you want me to do? What am I supposed to do? What is considered right? And what is wrong? Someone tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH! So. Do you want me to make the right decision now? Again? Indeed. A person's happiness is inevitably built on another's sorrow.

Think deeply. There are different levels of depth. And yes, there may not have been an end to those thoughts. Maybe everything was subconscious. I don't know. I don't need to.
IcanthelpitifnooneappreciatesthoseIgiveittothosewhoappreciate.