Saturday, January 26, 2008
Just maybe for once, I'd like to be treated nicely. Just maybe, I'd want to be accepted and well-liked and not hated and laughed at. Just maybe, I'd like to be the person's pencil box you don't take, the person who'll always follow you. Just maybe.
Sigh. I wish people would understand what I just said. I guess a lot of people don't exactly care about how I feel and have no clue whatsover about how to read my face. Cos if I'm sad, you should be able to see it.
There's only butterflies. I wish I could go there. Natasha, give me your pocketful of sunshine. I guess I'm what you'd call "emo" whenever I blog cos I never seem to be happy. Well, yes I am pessimistic, and I don't see anything wrong. In real life, I may come off as optimistic, so let me change sides okay?
And problems of others are kinda serious too. I do care about them, but when I'm 98% going ot sleep, it may seem that I put me above them. which of course I do, but I still care. Like maybe when I go to bed, I think about the problem and pray that everything will be fine.
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