8:48 PM, Thursday, November 22, 2007.

feel like destroying and starting all over again.
but how is that possible?
having no idea about anything nowadays.
it is really difficult to do the things that you have to do when you want to do a ton of things.
fickled-minded, having no sense of urgency, having no sense of responsibilty, completely wasting my time on irrelevant stuff, always contemplating, always blaming everyone else except myself.
that's what adds up to be me.
declutter. detoxic. demolish.
i have to do something, but just what?

guess i know no one anyone.
right from the start.
small little dot.
maybe even insignificant to be a dot.
perhaps a speck.
like dust.
rather be a jinny jone, but don't deserve to be one.
when will the search ever end?
never.