Friday, July 20, 2007 - ALMOST LOSING YOURSELF
i didn't really have the urge to blog, you know. but after this crazy week, i just thought maybe i should. :/ i'm just weren't too sure of it myself. actually, i have already stop receiving counselling from Mrs Tan, because she felt that i could manage some stuffs, & they weren't really that convenient for me to say it here, but yeah, they were actually kind of personal to me. i only relate most of my problems to people whom i really trust.

so anyway, i kind of have to go back to conselling, in which i have yet to tell Ms Lim. i don't know, it's just that people around me tend to think that it's going to be okay, but they don't seems to know how hard it is for me to cope. so you people think that i love getting myself in this mess uh? it's just freaking irritating to like sometime look at somewhere, & realise that people are whispering into one another's ears, before you could even think about it, you could actually come to know that their eyes seems to be piercing you. trust me, you'd definitely think -

"what the fuck, are they talking about me uh?"

in case you're wondering about the sentence above, that's what i always think. simply because, i'm very sensitive. & i believe i'm not the only one thinking this way, because i'm sure that there a lot more people who are as sensitive as me, around me. & i got really really fed-up, because i know i did something i shouldn't. but that doesn't mean that you can tell that bitch what i did, isn't it? after all, you promised me! furthermore, before you went away, i said -

"hey, please don't go around & tell anyone or everyone eh?" in a desperately, nicely, politely manner.

but you know what? i could have just slap myself right on the spot in which i was standing after you walked away from me 3 minutes ago. right where i was standing, i heard you telling that bitch all the stuffs i told you not to. if that's not worst enough, you decided to tell her among so many people? fuck.

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

your profile here.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

your wishlist here.

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

your tagboard here.
keep the width within 120.

He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into...

layout: lyricaltragedy
icon: threemoresteps
inspiration: fruitstyle

your links here.