Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

The mother is back. This is when all hell breaks loose again.

If only my pay could come in just a little faster, then i could fly a little further.

Life's currently in a transistory stage. Those points whereby you feel you've gotta lost identity, not knowing who you are, where to go, what to do and how to go on. So what's the best solution? Stay...and not budge. But I realised, i can never grow, then. Man,this sucks. This empty feeling - a void that i can see, will be consumed by smoking, drinking and clubbing. Indulgence into the decading phase of today's society. Drats. This is the worst part of it all - to know exactly what harm you're doing to yourself, and continue that way. I'm no longer in control, i feel.

I shall bake cookies now :p