Long-age

psychological condition: Apathy?
audio anti-depressant: To nowhere

Ya know...its not everyday that you'll see three donkeys in the middle of nowhere while driving around in shopping complex areas at night...
Today...was yet another one of those stupid days where I wish that I should've just stayed in bed. There was yet another talk about study skills. Sighs...when will they ever get it that the talk is never gonna help us? The school hall's hot, stuffy and all...how are we gonna stay quiet? SIGHS...its a miracle, about how teachers think. Anyway, as usual...I have no idea what the guy was talking about, so I occupied by time by raping my friend. (Raping as in annoying)

Now, I shall come to a topic regarding, Fantasy and Reality. Face it, everyone of us, it'll be sooner or later that we day dream ourselves to be a CEO or a president of a large leading company. And about how we are so perfect, so successful, so whatever you are not now. As this usually stays in our own little head, why not throw in what we REALLY are? In reality, most, or perhaps only some people, have several dark points about them that is best left unknown to the public. In their own fantasy, they may decide to include those dark points about them, and the people in their fantasy accept the dark points. For example, people who commits beastery(I dunno the spelling). Of course, most people of a sound mind and reasonable moral values would regard that as a sickening, disgusting act. In their dreams, they manipulate the people around them to 'accept' such acts. They dare to invision that in their head, seeing that no one's gonna find out. Thus, their fantasy self is pretty much their true perverted self. In reality, they have to hide it.

Which comes to a point. The Fake Reality and the Real Fantasy. What is true? Do we necessarily see what we want to be in our fantasy, or is that what we really are?

With that done, I shall come to K-chan again...for the......um...more than three times in this board. I can certainly tell that she's stressed out badly these few days, datelines, work, etc. I worry that she may overwork herself too much. And I wonder whether or not this is how bitchy cosplayers can REALLY get before the day itself. (she did told me last year, but it wasn't so bad then). Yeah well...I know its pretty strange to invest so much emotional energy on a total stranger. Anyway...its just a few more days, and another two more weeks for me. Hopefully her mood'll be better by then. She kinda had it rough lately. I...knew fully well that she'd be stressed and wouldn't wanna talk, and I knew that there'd won't be any point comming on to talk to her...but yet here I am...online. Rine's gonna scream if I string that into a song based on hacksign, which I find possible now. I knew well enough there's no point sparing some time from a busy schedule just to spend some time talking to a loved one, and that person, you know well enough that s/he isn't in the mood to, but...then again. I am here.

Perhaps I am escaping reality, and this is how I escape reality. Casting away the shell and the identity of this certain homosapien and taking on the virtual mask. Griever Kyrie Reiji Darkwolf. Flexible the name at the same time. Call me Griever, Kyrie, or Reiji. More often than not, I seriously want to escape reality. Then again, I know myself that, if I were to escape reality to fantasy, fantasy will become my next reality. So...where am I escaping to?

People who say they escape reality to a world of fantasy...only to find themselves a new reality and the old reality becoming a new fantasy...

Now I shall come to exams...I have exams next week, but here I am goofing off. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!