Set me off like dynamite strapped tight around my waist.

We've been battered so hard that we don't feel anymore!

I could get hit by a bus and I'd still cry at the news.

The phone be out of credit, dead, dying, gone. And so am I at this tragic news, a little piece of me died when I tried to reply to my loveerrrr only to have my phone tell me "You have no credit left, this message won't send, God doesn't like you."

Now I'm home, pondering. Pondering how lazy I am. Looking around my desk, I can see:
Too many apple cores to count, too many different cables to count, a box of paints, paint brushes, paintwater cup from days ago, an unfinished painting of a cute little angel (Which I plan to finish and post...someday), a plate with paint all over it, Paint ShopPro PHOTO x2 boxes and booklets, various mugs that may or may not have been holding tea, my maths book, a...spoon?, batteries, discs and a sheet on how to complete the square with quadratic equations.

Yeah, I need to do some cleaning. Later though.

But yes, I'm a lazy procrastinator and it has to stop.

And I need to get a hobby, I really have no life. Like this blog, which no one reads (it's for me, not other people), but I still put hours into it and do useless things like listing all the things on my bomb-shelter desk. I needs a real hobby....I'm too lazy for hobbies though.

I don't want this moment too ever end, where everything's nothing without you. I'd wait here forever just to, to see you smile. 'Cause it's true, I am nothing, without you.

Maybe I should write some more poems. Yeah, Imma go do that.

*waves* xx