bullet train

I am beyond exhausted. oh nothing much, just the humdrum routine of an a level student. it's just that, I'm both mentally and physically tired but time is running short. hell week is gonna start. gp yesterday was relatively alright though... RELATIVELY. bc they were too many people who thought it was so bad. it's hard to not be part of the hoi polloi but I still thought it wasn't as bad as what everyone thought it was, right??? no worries guys, Cambridge examiners are kinder than you think. :-) 

there is neither a point, a crux, nor a bottom line. I am just mindlessly typing so as to take a break from studying. and is it weird if I am into those kind of sex indie songs?????? arctic monkeys, the neighborhood and the like. there's probably a genre specific to their song types but I don't know what. so I should just call them sex songs. if you don't know what I'm talking about, it's those kind of slow and trance-ish songs. it's a very weird genre but I guess that's indie for you. 

are you still with me? to this very sentence? I applaud you and here's poetry as your reward. and I love poetry sigh I save too much of them in my phone. they don't all apply, but I just find them so beautifully written; how they so accurately express pinned-down thoughts and ambiguous emotions.