But couldn’t good, be good enough?

It’s an interesting experience to write up a post on my iPod’s smashed screen; it’s almost akin to an interactive stained-glass window that looks as good as it is functionally helpful. Not at all. I could just write existential words such as “why” and take pictures of the result. It might get reblogged on Tumblr a lot. I almost took a screenshot of my broken screen.

I’ve been a free-thinker for a few months already. At least I think so. No point in following some religion which you don’t know nothing about, right? I still believe that there’s a Big Man Upstairs.

I don’t like how things and people change. Fun’s not fun any more. But it’s the finals year so whatever.

I’m partially afraid that I may have been an accident/adoption/accidental adoption… My parents don’t ever tell me how they’ve met and thus I’ve never learnt to love. That was a joke, I’ve said too much but I don’t think it’s true.

I’m such a yes man, because if I start saying ‘no’, people get mad which I really don’t like.

This screen is hard to read from.

I wish I could document someone’s life a la The Office. Sounds like loads of fun.

I think I have an idea on how to make the class montage.

I am imperially screwed for blocks. I don’t think I’ll be able to read half of anything by next week.

I wish I was good at something, just something. I have friends that are good at things. Art. Music. Appearances. I want to be proud of myself for once, and I want to be able to express myself better because I’m not good like that.

I want to have a reason, a good one, to stay.