still awake. . .

going to bed early

the plurk wall getting very clumped, crowded and messy

that gunning some people down will help

can't help but feel emo over something

left out and alone.

loosing his grip on things lately.

like no one notices me anymore. Back to the old Mike I guess.

such is the irony of how things change in time

he shouldn't dwell on what can't be changed anymore