what if the time stops ticking at 11:34 PM
a friend asked me during the dnt 'intensive' week how come i'm so happy and all. cos of the laughing and smiling and jumping around and disturbing. well, all i can say is, "that bloody scares me!"
it's like early symptoms of a breakdown. a very bad habit of mine that wont change, is me keeping everything to myself. it accumulates bit by bit. then one day, like a volcano, it erupts.
truth is, friend, i think i'm not happy. maybe it's my way of hiding away from the ugly truth. just maybe. maybe this way it makes me feel better. some people say, talk about it, it'll make you feel better. i think that's bullshit.
is this not suppose to be an online diary? isnt a diary something we 'pen' our thoughts and feelings and troubles and emotions and questions and doubts and whatnots down? which leads me to something another friend once said to me, "if you want to type out all your secrets why create a public blog? just create a private one la." or SOMETHING lydat la.
good suggestion. but it's no different from talking to the wall? but then again, it's not like anybody responds to my entries every single day.
HOLD IT.
what nonsense am i ranting here? everything here doesnt link at all. does it? O.o you know what? i think i'll not type anymore. full-stop.
