6 hours till I have to leave for camp.
Albeit a short break, I'm still delighted to have this short break off the Ns life, a breather. If feelings could be measured, I reckon I have many litres of pent up frustration, loneliness, helplessness and what not.
Life seems like a dread. What do I look forward to? waking up at 5.15 am, rushing down just to wait. Then after waiting we be like rats rushing for cover. Nonsensical.
Jialat ah. How to remain positive?
Maybe I've been too idealistic, watched too many shows about love. At this age, Im beginning to wonder when will SHE appear? Someone who'd accept me wholly, who'd well, essentially love me.
Ok la. I believe she'd pop up when I least expect it and blow me off. SOON, I hope. hahahahahaha
Sunday, February 22, 2009