Where she belongs

All geared up for my last paper tomorrow. No, actually it's in... 7 hours' time. I hope.

Can't wait for 10am! Liberation.


Sigh. I've been a mess lately, still can't figure out what's wrong and what I want. I'm just becoming a hermit, again. I don't wish to socialise with anyone.

When I cry, I want to be alone.

I'm just so fucking weird and fucked up now.

Not a good time to be. I wish tomorrow will be better. I'll try to make it better.

Is trying enough?



I mask my emotions even to the closest people around me. I hate to show the vulnerable side of me. I, Hate it. It doesn't mean I'm not affected by my emotions, I fucking am, that's why I'm vulnerable in the first place.

Maybe I haven't changed all this while, I, still run. When my thoughts and emotions become too hard to handle, I shut them off, and hide. And run.






AH, I'm just ranting, trying to see if any of the above makes sense. None of it does. It just shows how messed up I am.

I'll try.......... I'll try.