decipher this

Hello. This is the attack of the I-know-I'm-gonna-be-late-but-fuck-that blogger.

Know how we perpetually lament at how old we are right now. At this age maybe we wouldn't be blogging, or clubbing or doing stupid silly things anymore. But then, there never is truly an age where we should stop. As in definite and precise. It's always at that point of time where we've realised that we're ready to commit and settle down and everything else. And when you think about that, you realise that moment in time can occur anytime.

Creepy.

I haven't had enough rest to make up for the past week. Hence, I feel like I've been drugged and pulled underwater. My fingers are moving of their own accord and my brain's just stuck, trapped back there and I'm wondering that there was something I wanted to write but simply. For. Got.

1. I am tired of a lot of things. Nonetheless, I still appear as if everything's all fine and dandy. You know the thing about limits? Sometimes, some people have a greater threshold for it.

2. I can safely and confidently tell you that I don't need to be in one, at all, at any given point of time. :D