My life, my mess

I have always wanted to do my masters - and i had always wanted to do it in the US.

I had made a few promises - and i will have to fulfil them. Its just a matter of time.

When am i going to lead that simple, free life, which is devoid of hassle and tension? What is it that makes me make much fuss of my own life, when things can be a lot more orderly and understandable and explainable? What am i trying to prove to the world? What will i ever have to prove the world? This life of mine, which i'm living - i have every damn right to spoil it myself and screw things up as i please. And to set things right and make up for my misdeeds and mistakes whenever i feel like. Its not so far away. I seek no excuses, no chances to explain myself. After all, i should start being arrogant some time.

But 'nuff is not 'nuff until now. I havent finished this course of stupidity i'm going through right now. Looks like they'll have to chuck me out of the course for not even being capable enough to "act stupid". They will soon and without having any other option, i'll have to return to sanity.

P.S.: I wasn't under the influence of alchohol or weed or any other sort of drug when i committed the above words to record. Just that i'm just a bit more brainfucked than usual. Too much of useless cerebral activity - throws me off the hook sometimes - like this.