Huge itch for rambling

Hello world. To be honest, I feel like a lazy fat cat. A lazy fat cat is often bored and lazy, but it's still contented and happy because it always gets what it wants. So thats me. A lazy, fat cat. Not been doing much now, cept sit around and watch gossip girls with an ice-cream tub in one hand, cellphone in another. Speaking of which, I've been seeing alot of bf even when he lost his handphone. For what, the 4th time already? It's hard to communicate but he's been calling every morning, afternoon, night. Or most of it, atleast. I have to say, we've been through alot and sometimes it's kindda scary. It is scary right? Once you think of it. I'm even starting to know him inside out! I know his facial expressions and what it means. I know what's his bad news, good news.

Or maybe, I'm just psychic. I've had this thing since...last year. I could sense what people are thinking, or what has happened, even before people tell me their news. Wow. I could be psychic, or part psychic. Sometimes this psychic thing doesn't work. It only happens when I least expect it. When something just came out of my mouth before I think. And it'll turn out true. Ooooo. I like that. Or maybe this is purely bullshit. I'm basically taking lucky events happening based on coincidence, and tallying it with my guessing games as a psychic theory? 

So I lost my mood for raya recently because of the current events happening between families. I hate it when adults act so childish. I dunno, who and what I'm gonna be when I grow up, but what I know is definitely not them. I hate it when things like this happen and the children gets involved. I don't like to severe ties with cousins especially when ours is just barely hanging by a thread. It's not a good place to be. Which explains why my family haven't been visiting much. We easily lose moods. 

I know I'm rambling, but it feels good. It's like I have a diary again. Where we start with Dear Diary and go on about having a crush on XXXX or wishing XXXX was dead. I remembered my diary had many dark entries. Perhaps it was habit from watching all the weird, dark twisted films since young. That explains that most of my essays from secondary school were about drugs or death or suicide. Still, they'd always pulled up my grades. Perhaps it was the way I described someone's death, or someone's euphoria when they get high. Sigh, I'm rambling. I need sleep. I have visiting to attend to in a few hours' time. I don't want to be late. I was never fashionably late.

Sleep tight, netizens.