• 1:48 PM, Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sadist.

I'm a total sadist.
How ironic, really.

Longing for things far beyond my reach, blatantly ignoring things right by my side.

Schmuck.
It's the eve of the final day of liberty.

I went ahead and loaded some Naruto games for my PSP.
Maybe I'm just looking for excuses to escape my workload.

For the nth time,
I'm not hardworking.

I merely work my ass off because I've nothing else to do.
School is boring. School is always boring. Campus is banal.

But,
I'm the most trite creature there can be.

Everything's artless.

Procrastination's my BFF.
What can I do? I can do a lot of things.

Naruto surrounds me at home.
To the point I wish he exists.

It's unexplanable.
Not that I want to, anyway.

Misunderstandings occur all the time.
I love being misunderstood.

Being blamed, being adored, being treasured for who I'm not.
So go ahead, "Kyasha is a geek. Can't differentiate the realms."

Stokes my ego, y'knw.

I say to myself, it's neither a puppy crush nor a passing infatuation.
It resonates too deeply within me that it aches with every pulsating beat.

I'd like to believe so.

After all,
entrusting one's heart to a non-existent character
ensures eternal bliss, does it not?

But Naruto's still non-existent.
That's what pierces through.

I'm at the edge of the cliff.
Ready to fall, any time now.

My heart, Naru.
Hold on tight.