Don't ask me to think good intentions will change everything
'Sex, Death and other forms of escapism'.
Mine would include doing laundry and lonesome bus rides. But what IS it that we're escaping from? Other people? Our fake selves when we're with other people? our REAL selves? Or is it just our whole lives at the moment? The responsibilities? The workload, pressure and stress?
Why do I bother? I should be stressed but I'm not. Assignments are due soon but not soon enough to sweat blood. Quizzes are creeping nearer but not near enough to produce dark under eye circles. So why do I still feel like running away?
Next random thought: Once you've tasted the smooth, bittersweet taste of dark chocolate, you very rarely choose to revert back to normal, overrated milk chocolate (and God forbid, sickly sweet white chocolate!). Or maybe that's just me. Tee Hee.
(Now, shall we take all that metaphorically or literally????HMMM)