A confession. It is hard to be unhappy these days. Even looking at photographs with artistic poses make me a bit wary. Well, Kafka wasn't raised on happiness. As for me, I guess I'm just waiting for the bungalow shack to be swept by the sea. So this is how you lose your girl best friends. I'm working (still working dammit) on a story right now and I wish it could be a tighter narrative. I just need to pick it up period. Tomorrowwww...! O god it's 2.20 already.