Fingertips on Air

apparently, i posted an invisible post. god didnt agree with my decision of posting it to be read by anyone. furthermore, i now dont have the urge to rewrite the same old thing that i wrote just now. again, my then feeling has changed after a relaxing shower. phew. therefore, i'll just let it be. perhaps, this is the will of god. or perhaps, he didnt want those words to be known by anyone; just dont let it be heard or seen. whatever.

i learnt a lesson though; not to fuss over things that dont seem to turn out the way we expected it to be. i was quite irritated when i saw the error that occurred on this flat screen minutes ago or should i say hours? and before you know it, i was already not in the mood of talking and everything.

before my emotion comes back and traces me, i ought to forbid my fingertips for being so agile right on top of these randomed-alphabets, roman numbers, and all to practice its speed any longer. i was walking alone on the boulevard of broken dreams. and depressed for real. inspired by the green day, thanks.

what am i typing? what am i crapping? what am i to do? where should i go? have i ever gone right? or havent i? what do i know? i dont know...

crappy lame post.