Evacuate the Dancefloor

Dear Diary,

i think i am addicted to you.
Even in the midst of studying for the test, i cant resist the temptation to come here.

Its sad, isn't it?
That when we come home to our laptops and homes, we realize that there is not really anyone that you can just pick off the phonebook and call up to just chat much about nothing.
Everyone is just too involved in their own rat race to bother about the ones beside them and that, sucks.

And sometimes, the majority is just too mindful of everything.

Just a mindless ramble. (:



"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."

—	Harriet Beecher Stowe