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Thursday, July 13, 2006 5:19 PM ;||*who gives a shit about this*|| as i sat in front of the computer just now, i feel as if you pulled and dragged me to one corner and made me feel unacknowledged. i hate that feeling and how i wish you notice it way earlier; but since you've understood my words, im glad. i don't want to keep putting my head in a whirl, yet i know if i don't voice it out, i'll be your scapegoat. perhaps ive been thinking too much and that i should stop thinking the way dirah always think. but how come i have to keep reminding the ones who are so close to me that i do have feelings too? and at times, i myself forget that i have feelings; cause i give in too much and just watch the rest of me shatter. is it too difficult to get hold of oneself and be able to stand on this two feet without having to turn right and left? so the teksters accompanied me to bugis then far east to search for my vintage belt. im stuck between regret and guilt; i shouldn't just throw away my $27 just like that. but, whatever. i mean frankly who gives a shit? im flat broke. That's It For Today. Goodbye.
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