there's so many towns i hate

having not brought anything to do or read, and waiting for some information to come in i can't control, i find myself in the middle of campus, and guess what? i'm going to write some more.

writing. it's not proper for me to call it that anymore, because writing is really a different process than doing this. writing this blog is really not writing. in fact, i haven't done real writing in a long time. real writing, with a pen on a piece of paper, is a thought out and measure affair. where each word counts for something, because backspace doesn't exist in the real world and there's only so many times you can cross a piece of writing out before it gets ugly.

and i guess the reason why i'm saying this is that maybe i'm regretting things i've said. and immediately upon typing that, i realise that i regret it too, but for the sake of it, i won't delete that.

instead of thinking about what i am supposed to be thinking about, i was thinking about people today. just people. as a whole. because people really fascinate me. we are odd odd creatures human beings. too many impulses, not enough instinct, too much thought, too little heart.

did i really mean that? i'm not sure anymore. i am miserable now. totally. and right now, it seems as if they only misery i have is the misery of being miserable, which is obviously the worst kind.