My mind is a blank, dots.
It’s as if it’s been poured out, emptied, like a bucket of dirty oil, like there’s a bullet in the middle of my brain that’s settled down for now, not knowing where to go next. It’s like playing hangman only you have a zillion turns and you’ve run out of letters.

Now what?

I have observed too much. I feel the urge to free my head from everything that holds it back, to tear out the epileptic virus that roams free in my kingdom of a brain.

I made new friends in 2007.
Define friends.
Would it be a person whom you spend time with, playing, outing, drinking, etc?
Or would it be the person who would either die with you in the battlefield or share the spoils of war with you?
Frankly, I have trust issues. I will highlight this and add it to the long list of things that would require massive sessions of therapy five years from now. If only I studied psychiatry in college… I would have probably written a book just about me. I would have probably gotten a Nobel Prize in Modern Batteekh.
Oh Well…

In 2007, I bought things that I don’t need. I’ve become addicted to FaceBook’s Attack! even though the dice stink and politics seem to stand in the way of a fair and fun game most of the time. I’m being exposed to many, many temptations… but I’m in a more spiritual place now, but where there’s spirit… there’s always the battle between dark and light.
Why has everything become so morally grey?

My sleeps are no longer dreamless. I fly off to a fantasy world every night. I have more dreams. I have more nightmares. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing… but at least I’m dreaming.

Sometimes there’s too much chaos in my head that I can’t sleep.

I wonder where 2008 takes me…

I tucked myself in in 2007. I woke up in 2008. There’s no better time machine than bed.

اللهم اجعلنا من أهل اليمين