'Time doesn't exist. Clocks do.' said the graffiti on the wall.

Anyway. The title was an attempt at being somewhat epic. Failed. I've dived into the soliloquies of Macbeth and I need to attend to my studies now--I miss coming on. Life's been a flurry of gay, gay, gay, vendettas between friendships, and a lovely war's slowly commencing between, well, generally everything.

Okay. I'll just go ahead and classify this set as 'emotionally-driven' because the whole day of today and last night I've been bothered by this one girl telling me I didn't know a man enough to come to love him. Basically this set has to relevance to what she said but I'm an atheist of love and I've basically come to realize that after my duo with a man that was never worth my time but made me shine the brightest I could ever reach in October last year. Moving on really, really sucks.

Lady Gaga song stuck in my head. In a state of crisis, too. But I'm not freaking out. Not at all. I should be revising for my finals. And I'm totally screwed but it feels great, you know? Now that I'm going insane. I miss being here though. Got a few sets ready and thinking of posting them up today.

Klaine, Klaine, Klaine. Why, Glee? Damn Ryan Murphy's atrociously brilliant mind of movie series plots. Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Chris^2, human perfection, I hate it when I ramble.

I'm editing my drafts and posting all sorts of crazy sets and ideas I had before winter. The pain for my teeth has dulled a little and now I'm just trying to focus on coherence.

In pain due to my braces. Been listening to a lot of music lately and now homework's trying to drag me back.

Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity.

All the atrocities in the world; no one takes the full blame; it's never anyone's full blame. Bring someone down to bring yourself up. Stop asking 'Why's and 'How's because you don't want to suffer. Because suffering is necessary, and all of what I've done has rendered my own self speechless.

I'm sick and tired of the drama I've directed and all that damn things I've done. But there's no taking back goodbyes and the consequences are always patient enough to wait.

P!nk and Coldplay has became the tyrants of my eargasm-sessions. Going through the worst possible juncture of 'friendship' right now--backstabbing, cheating, lying, secrets, and how totally eerie this seems to sound like a relationship. Paradise by Coldplay swooped down from actual paradise to save me from the depths of mental Hell just in time, a few weeks ago. Seems all so distant. Gotten over the worst things but I've still got a lot to deal with. Wish me luck.