bellensebastian

alright. i miss her. yet i am full of foods, vitamins, exercises, work and words.

romance is something i thought i would stave off. i thought i was a robot. in fact my journal entries tried to reach into robot-like mannerisms. it was my goal, and then she swept in and stole my heart, and moved to nyc. now i feel like being a robot is dangerous; as dangerous as having my feelings exposed. so now i don't know what to do other than be my same-'ol confused self.

i cling to work and to making and spending monies now. it is shallow, but i do not like shallow things. and i have vowed to now cut my hair for awhile. i am like sampson, but with 1cm hair, and in rodin's thinker pose.

regardless, i am suffering from a tummy ache, and i might miss out on the big fight tonight (yes, my only boy-like hobby is fighting hehe, but do not tell a soul because it is immature and frowned upon. who wants to think about people in cages beating on each other for a toughman title).



sigh.. let the beatings begin.