emo at 0121.

my heart paltipates in the stillness of the night. the balmy feeling of nocturnal liberation and the hypnotic twirl of the ceiling fan.

i'm sitting here in front of the luminous screen and i feel empty.

looking back (it's almost like a monthly trait) into my life, i'd say i've done alot, but i've not done enough to feed my soul's greed for ambitious accomplishments.

what's next?