owl eyes

[methrowrock]

Twitter isn't like what I have imagined: a cyber-playground with replies ricocheting off the walls and loud shrill intentions desiring to be heard. It is much tamer-a trickle of sporadic updates here and there. Or maybe it is me: anything that I undertake is a halfhearted, halfassed effort, so much so you can neither make head nor tails of what it is. But I'm used to it, so it is a-okay. It still frustrates me to no end, however. That this is what my life is about: constant devaluing of personal worth, repeated repegging of lowered expectations. How long will it take to reach rock-bottom? From the looks of it, I don't have to wait too long before finding out. But, ask anyone and they would tell you that they would love to fly, so high into the sky. Oh forget it, I'll have to learn to deal. Can't afford to lose bits and pieces of myself at this juncture. Sidenote: American Wife was moving. Halfblood Prince was oookay~. (except for the wonderful Snape and Lestrange, of course.) Need a good film/song to cheer up, pronto.