♥ Saturday, June 30, 2007
Once again, I'm in wild thoughts and random thinkings again.
There are many things that I wish to do but before I do it, I keep asking myself, "Would he/she/it like it?"
There are too many things that I'm thinking about which makes me stop what I want to do. To be honest, I'm afraid of the reactions of other people. Plain afraid.
Where do I stand? What do I mean? Who am I? Why is it me? Can you answer everything with an answer that pleases me? But the truth often hurts and unfortunately, it does here, again.
I'll try to cover up sorrow with smiles and laughter. Perhaps in vain.
I've come to a stage where I realise how thin, fragile and fustrating friendship and love is.
Do I look like I enjoy huge companies and the center of attention? There are so many things I just want to do ALONE, or with at least someone I want. And what I want is what I won't get. Always. Talk about fairness.
Maybe I'm exhausted now, or plain confused, or plain depressed. I feel like writing.
Writing poems, lyrics, stories to express feelings I have that I fail to bring out in essays as such. Maybe I'll let you on if I actually complete any of those.
Whatever, I don't feel like saying anything.
Listened to music @ 11:49 PM
