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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Flushing All Out.

This is a piece where I just type my feelings out, non-stop, pure, genuine, straight out of my head. I do not want to have any impurities that come with this, I just wanted to lay bare to me, myself... Continue Reading →

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F*** It

Losing myself, Into the abyss Of reality itself. Doing the things That I do not like Which will indirectly Tire me out Easily. I do not want This life to be like this To be consistently Fulfilling others' Needs. Entangled... Continue Reading →

sHuT tHe F! (Explicit)

Facts, knowledge, Last minute cramming, Anxious, scared. The motherfucker walked in, Not a metaphor, nor a description, It was an actual human, The motherfucking human. He came in, Casually, As if everyone welcomed him, I ignored his shit, Letting him... Continue Reading →

Metamorphosis

How many days have past like this? A perennial question that kept me on my toes. I knew I had a problem with myself, But, I chose to ignore it. Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't know,... Continue Reading →

Inner Battle

It's March, a quarter of the year has gone, and I have deteriorated from bad to worse, and from worse to worst in a matter of a month. I have been neglecting sleep, studies, and devoted my life into indulging... Continue Reading →

What Am I Doing?

Procrastination, Laziness, Taking everything for granted. I was still the same old me, Wanting to avoid As many problems As possible, Never wanting to face them, Man to man. I'd rather hide around, Go around, Circumvent... Wrong word, it should... Continue Reading →

School Is…

Imagine having to wake up at 6 a.m. everyday, having to do this drill for the whole week, for 5 out of 7 days. Stuck in traffic, just to get to school. It is some sort of discipline practice. Hustle... Continue Reading →

I Need to, I Have to, I Must.

Anxiety, nervousness, fear. All of them attacking me at once. I am falling, My mind is clogged. Sleep is deprived. Too much, too many, Effort is not there, At all. Information, knowledge, Messed up. Fragmented lots, Unknown cavities, Conning against... Continue Reading →

Too Fast (Rant)

Time is of essence. I thought to myself since the day I realised my dream, not quite so, but it became prominent after I went into this STPM thing. Everything became too quick, the pace was extraordinary fast compared to my... Continue Reading →

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