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Monday, January 5, 2009
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage I went to pp just now and it felt good walking around aimlessly.. i think i need to spend some time with myself and start doing some reflection. all these while,i guess i never really care about how i feel towards certain stuff cos im too bothered trying to care about people's feelings. im not trying to say im such an angel or a sweet person, but we are supposed to treat others as we would like to be treated. it's really tiring trying to always be considerate of other peoples feelings. what shit, i've been trying to listen to people's problem when i cant even settle my own stuff.i wont say i have a problem cos i hate saying 'i have a problem'. i hate it when people make it seem as if they are the only ones having problem and think that no one will understand their problem cos they are 'not in my shoe'.oh shut up. common la, there's more people who suffer and have bigger problems.its just that they dont show it.you are not alone in this world. No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.. Anw, back to my story.. i was at borders just now.reading! heh. i actually read five people you meet in heaven and i stop at lesson two.yaye.. i feel like buying that book.but nah. i need a diary asap.why.why.why. stop whinning la. crap. "Sacrifice is a part of life. Its not something to regret. When you sacrifice some things, you're not really losing it, you're just passing it to someone else..." Now I'm on my own side It's better than being on your side It's my fault when your blind It's better than I see it through your eyes All these thoughts locked inside Now you're the first to know |