I've got strings tied to my ankles..

Well, I probably should be revising. But fuck it. Another day can't hurt (even though I know it will).

I've kept a diary for almost 8 years now, and I feel that I have to share my feelings for things out equally with pen and paper and now, this fabulous thing you call a blog. These days I'm keeping my diary so I actually remember what I did with myself yesterday, my mind is that bad.