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Thursday, January 13 6:18 PM


and with a tear in my eye
give me the sweetest goodbye

there's something troubling me, really.and i don't know what it is. there is just something troubling me.if anyone ever noticed, i have been feeling rather down this few days. i just do not know why.i just am.today's first lesson already spoilt my mood.well, cause i had to sit in a table filled with irritants.i was not really pissed with them but rather irritated. however, that was not the reason why i felt so.. urm. down?! was reflecting on some stuffs while making my way to physics lab.shem kinda realised what was wrong with me.he was like ' eh! why you so depressed like that.' tell you arh shem, i was not depressed! listening to this super sad song now.making me feel worse. oh, and you can say i could just stop playing the song. guess i played it on purpose.but what for, you wonder.i said i don't know. i think i know what troubling me, but i still don't.what am i talking abt. my life now is full of contradictions, i never make up my mind to one thing. maybe its all about friendships.but what about them?! my friends have been so good to me.i have no idea.i have no idea.i have so many things to type out when i suddenly realised its a blog! people read.i just need someone to just be concerned about me, to sit down and listen to all my rants. maybe i was'nt lucky enough to have a perfect person to stand by me all the time. no one's perfect. i agree. maybe my private diary is the only best friend of all. no, i have God to stand by me. i just hope i wont go being so moody and down anymore. i wish i could turn things around. and the reason is , i just don't know what is troubling me at this moment. i just feel hurt. the tears in my eye. i wish it could all go away. one day, i wish i am like the bird. fly away, soar high. everything seem to go away. i just need concerns... acting cheerful and happy makes my life seem miserable more. how could i just stop? run away from everything is not the solution. i need to know ...

sorry about my previous post up there. i was feeling so.. down. din want to write it here. maybe i just need to let people know. i can't go out like this.i hate bottling up things. i wish i could let it out on someone.i don't know whats happening, i just don't. someone, out there, tell me please...

her feelings she hides, her dreams she can't find.shes losing her mind, shes fallen behind.she cant find her place, shes losing her faith.shes fallen from grace, shes all over the place.

little, broken, pieces.

loved