"Tired"
It's funny how things are written when I'm feeling bad. Maybe because I know people don't read my blog anymore, and telling others would make them worry?¿ This way, I guess I can always write down everything without causing others trouble. I'm already a big trouble to mummy, daddy, my brothers, my family, my friends, and I'm already a painful person to be with, since then I guess not cauing more trouble or pain is the best way to go. Maybe it seemed small to others. Nothing much, just like a piece of dust that floats around, settles on your skin and flies away as you wave it off in the air. I guess I'm just too sensitive. That one piece of dust had been lingering around for so long, it accumulated and when it falls, it hits me down deep and it makes me shatter. I can't wave it away, I can't get out of it. I only remain stuck until something is done. Maybe if I push it away, it helps me move abit, distract myself with errands,