The Blog is back. or, to be more precise, I have returned to it. i make no promises yet again of profundity or sensibility. Living a senseless and often meaningless life has it's natural consequences and robs a man of the ability to make sense, of himself or the things around him. i'm lost for now. when Sanity returns for the brief moments that it does with me, she will be greeted by the chaos that is my life. chances are that any vestige of Sanity that does return will not be able to recognize the life she left a few days back for the much-deserved sabbatical. after a prolonged period of much sensibility and relative intelligence, the departure of Sanity brought with is a simultaneous departure of all things sane and humanly comprehensible. what is now left behind is a shell. no not even a shell. what remains now is just a husky covering that crumbles to the touch. lifeless, colorless, bereft of all reasons for existing.

for those of you who do not yet know, i'm a weak, miserable wimp who does not have the courage to see through the course of an absolutely perfect relationship. you're write Zaidi, i am weak. self-pity is the last thing from my mind tho. Xeb is right, I have too much of an ego for that sort of thing. i've gone into hiding. sleep is an underrated refuge. never knew my dorm room was ever useful for anything other than sleep. it still does the same job, just for a greater purpose.

Random Thought of The Day: Self-immolation is the perfect way to die for a pyromaniac like me.