I Miss Me

I'm the saddest in these wee hours. Ironic wee, devoid of any eternal bliss. Well wees are for loser loners. Disparate of all people busy with their dreams. The deep gloom of silence a hit radio station. The weak yellow light of posts an object of intense euphoria. Because the merriment is bound not to exist in Everywhereland.

It feels like the heaviest weight you carried on for three months was just a bagful of dirt. Like when the Uninvited Witch casted you the wickedest wish.

I just can't believe that for all of my giddiness to top it, I lost because of two two five. Fcking GE. Never thought a wallflower could kill you. When you're already feeling the soft mist of heaven (of all the glory of your majors), someone grabbed you by the left foot, grinning - the very seldom time you see a full stage of your prof's teeth. Oh really, he looks like Rumpelstiltskin.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah blah blah yeah. I should set my priorities and mission vision right. My 14 yr-old high school self is laughing at me now. Oh God, is that you? Where's Leo.

I miss me.