w.h.y
12:16 AM
it's a night like this that you finish the stuff that you're supposed to do, and then you feel empty.
you take out your guitar and try to look for new songs to play. but you realise that all of them need a capo which you don't have. never mind. let's just stick to 'bubbly'. and then you get bored.
and then you start thinking about why you were such an airhead during tax today. and then you start feeling lonely. and you start thinking if something's wrong with you. there must be a reason for all the times you've failed. for all the times you put in effort but everything came to naught.
there must be a reason.