it's 1:19am...just watched grounded for life for the second time, and it's about time that I started doing my assignment(s) due in 7 hours time. After this rant of course. Tis' the time of the year again where I go all mad over fast cars and hot girls again (wait...or is that time of the day...) followed by a bit of depression and a quick realization of the reality of it all and what I've been doing about it all; which is (surprise, surprise) nothing at all...aargh. viscious cycle. I'm planning to do something that I've never done. Drop the subject. To forget it all. But really is that what I am about? Who am I? I know we are what we make ourselves...but if we aren't comfortable with what we made ourselves to be should we keep on trying, or should we be what we should be? And who is to say what we should be? What governs that decision? Who does? What are goals and aspirations in connection to this? What's the whole point? It's very pointless for people who have no idea what or who they are to be told to be themselves. Couple that with telling a perfectionist to make a decision. Grasp that thought. It's 1:32am.