[] tantrum []
visible reactions are always bad for others, but good for us. we throw tantrums to people and we don’t even know why and feel bad afterwards. mainly because we never think and that’s the way humans are made.
[] lalalalalala.. []
love. what is love? can i taste it?
i’m beginning to think that i’ve become like amanda from “the holiday”. we have a few similiarities. although exclude the family and profession part, we’re like the type who don’t seem to know when we’re actually fell in love…
what is love again?
[] varieties []
music effects me so much. sometimes i wish i could compose a song and make everyone loves it to death.
i think death sounds scary, don’tcha think?
i wonder how it feels like when people love you because you can sing. although you’re not the one who create the song. and how about the people who create the song, don’t they feel sad when listeners only love the singer, not them?
[] guitar []
take it OR leave it. or should I take it AND leave it?
i don’t know which path is the best. maybe i don’t want the best. the rest probably think it is best to choose the best. what the best has to offer? am i living to think and choose when i don’t even know why am i still alive? thinking makes me thinking… why am i thinking of the thing that don’t make sense at all. oh wait, what sense has to do with thinking? and.. why am i still thinking? do i need to give explanation when people are curious of my thought on something?
why do i have to think of it?
[] I adore myself []
I’m beginning to feel like i’m the worst daughter my mom could ever have. Whenever i see her working i can’t stop thinking that i should do all that! She should just rest… I couldn’t help myself..
I feel tired because i don’t eat enough good food. I hate seeing myself so skinny. i hate it when people say i should eat more. What more? I eat enough already. Can die la thinking like this. I’m full of shit.
[] Shuffle Your Feet []
Doing things continually really turn me into a terrible whiner. I guess i can’t really help myself this time. Whenever i pray, i will let God knows how terrible my life is. Although i am thankful on whatever-it-is but i can’t stay put. I hate making mistakes that i know i can avoid at first place. Sometimes i don’t want to let people get into my mind… and sometimes i hate it when people can’t understand me. at. all.
[] everyone needs a space []
my life has been good. i’m healthy, i can move, i can eat, i can do anything i want, i can think, i can breathe… i’m surrounded with a few of people who love me dearly. but right now, i don’t know why, why am i feeling so empty? i can’t do anything right, i keep thinking of people that i dont even care anymore… i don’t know whether my feeling is well… or unwell. i feel totally lost. i can’t make a simple decision that i usually annoyed with. i feel uncomfortable. my memory is low.
i just don’t feel right.
