Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Struggle.
This is what happens what you've got too much of Lit.
One Day I wrote her name upon the strand, I think i like this poem a lot (: Maybe cause it's the only one that i'd fully understand-.-" But the meaning behind it too >< And it's rather amazing how a clean sheet of paper became sth like that above. Shows how much 14 lines of words actually meant ): And perhaps how much words meant to me. Especially words from people who meant a lot to me i guess. Sometimes, i get so sensitive that i somehow get hurt for no reason or whatsoever. Perhaps, i should be oblivious to things around me, it might have been better for me? That i didn't know what's happening around me? But sometimes, i really ain't afraid to get hurt, i'm afraid you aren't even there to hurt me ): Ahh, recently, i've been rather cranky and i'm fully aware of it. But i can't help it because i don't even know what's wrong with myself. Sometimes, i hate myself so much. Or maybe even my existence ): And what rights do i have to even ask of other people? What rights do i even have to even like someone else when i can't even manage myself well? I don't know , i really don't know... ... My life's full of ellipses ): Cause i've been facepalm-ing non stop along with my heart going like "... ..." every now and then. Either cause I don't know how to respond to certain stuff or my heart just died a little |: I hate people who takes advantage of me D: Asking me to do this and that. Maybe i should start becoming hostile towards everyone, perhaps they'd stop asking me for favours. I kinda had enough. Like seriously. For the past week, i've been struggling to keep myself afloat, even just for a moment, an hour or even a day. It's been rather tiring to keep studying for the whole day without any quality break in between (Considering how i managed to finished one whole omelette within 3minutes. I could hardly breathe D: Disappointing things keep happening to the point that it reminds me of stuff to the point i don't know what to do with myself or the people around me. Not to mention how to face them. GP Sat was rather demoralising as well. I couldn't finish both papers. After all, my mind doesn't work on a sat morning, burdened with a weary body, it's hardly possible for brain to even think coherently. I wonder how am i gonna survive the future gp exams. I'm rather sick of life already. Sometimes, it appears to me that i'm hardly able to see a goal (or even a temporary goal). I don't know how to tell myself to move on anymore. Push some more? And probably drop into something so deep that i can't even see myself. Perhaps it's only someone that's giving me what's needed of myself right now. It's love for myself. Leaning up against this wall of ice Labels: Sick |