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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

i'm burning up inside.

i think i need to calm down. i just shouted at my sister. who was being bloody irritating. and spoilt my mood when i thought it was getting better.

or maybe it's me. maybe i'm the one who's being bloody irritating.

i want to go some room where i can be alone. but thanks to my lifebook's short battery life, i can't.

ohmygoodness what is wrong with me.

i should have jolly well known. and i had known. so why am i reacting this way now? crapppppp.

i sort of know why, actually. because i had chosen to believe in those false hopes even though i had known it was sort of impossible. and because i just can't get away from anything, everything.

i think i just need an hour or something. since now i have almost learnt how to cheer myself up. yeah. considering the fact that my mood has been pretty good these few days.

and i've figured out why no one tags or anything, because most of the time i act like i'm talking to myself, and yeah, i am. so people (if any) just come and read and laugh and go. but it's okay, really. because after 14 years on earth, i've just turned out to be a person who's afraid of meeting and talking to people.

OHNO i can't stand it. i need to get out of the room.

heaven on earth
1:34 am