is it me? or why does it seem like i have so many issues at hand. i went to bed last night with a headache. i took panadol but it made no difference. i always make myself vulnerable to everything.
birds of a feather, flock together. you're just like the rest of them. you're just like andrew really. and you said you were different. and that you're a good guy. i dont even know whether i should laugh. hah. everything's just too familiar. it's almost like dejavu all over again. well, im glad everything's over. at least there's some sort of closure. well, time to concentrate on my studies and become like a bookworm/nerd/child progidy/genius. ha.
on another topic, it's funny how i even attempt to make things better. at least i even show some care, and you're totally nonchalent. at least i even tried. i least i even bothered. well, somehow i always end up being the victim, always. and ive so many other things on my mind. stupid issues to handle, even issues with my family.
i dont really show it, but this is one of the most trying times in my life. where i struggle to fight a war inside me. where my sword is blunt and i cant even slay my opponent. jeannine says im going through manic depression as well. maybe i really am.
and nothing seems to make things better. where did i go wrong?