I am literally shedding tears

Fourth. Freaking fourth time this happens. And I've grown so attached to that one, too. For such a silly, like, really silly thing, it devastates me so much.

I can't blame anyone for this, of course, how can one prove pseudo-science? But really, four times? One more 'coincidence' and I'd explode.

I'm just writing an.. almost-diary. It shouldn't be that prophetic. For one, I don't want to die before thirty.

Ay. I wish that product to be as clever and capable as... (sigh) its namesake. For I'm not changing this one. Not. This one.

New new year

I guess people kinda learn from 2013 - new year resolution post spam is not fun and can be a little bit annoying after some time. Thank goodness I escaped the (main)stream back then.

Nevertheless, I actually do have one burning resolution this year, just for myself:

 

"Stop thinking way too much, woman, you're killing my very own sanity. And do write that down, please."

That is all.

There we go again, sweetheart

"Hey guys, remember what I said yesterday about how I've been spacing out lately? Well apparently now I've gone and gotten myself some existentialism crisis. Hope you can help anyhow. :("

I'm not even remotely joking. That was a real message I've just sent from my phone. Funny how these.. crisis, are coming and going as casually as some seasonal colds. Maybe I'd better off taking Biology back in school, just to teach myself the names of the hormonal enzymes that are causing them. But then again what's the point.

... I really have to snap out of this anyhow. I'd do some routines, but then again my eyes are getting heavy at this hour.

....

Oh hey, wording it actually takes away some of the gloom. Alright. Pages it is.

oh dear

Depleting energy + Excessive ideas + Excessive to-do lists + Wrong time of the day = now.

It's fun to have a mind and a universe that never cease to amuse oneself, but really, now..

Hang in there, Aurelia

..is what I want to say, but writing a script for a film that could only be described as an amateur try at semi avant-garde is UNBELIEVABLY hard when you 're busy lamenting over that unprecedented nap while fighting off signs that just scream out you're coming down with something, so fast that it's probably a free fall from an iceberg into the Atlantic or any of its equivalent.

And that sentence was disgustingly long. Case in point. 

If I survive this, Dear Me,

I'm treating myself to another round of proper coffee.

So don't mess up and just walk that walk on that narrow, tight string of timeline.