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Sunday, January 20, 2008
wriggledwithlove
there's so much going on in my head now. its either some hormones shit going on inside me that makes me feel so damn lousy these few days, or IM DYING. i wish my bloody menses could just come right now. like it might be one of the reasons im feeling like shit now.everything that i see, i hear and i feel is making it worst. i'm trying so hard to make myself feel happier. i really dont want to be that over-sensitive & unreasonable bitch. but its so difficult to convince/change myself when that spot on my heart is being attacked again and again and again. i'm alone. alone battling with my own emotions.seriously, nobody can ever, ever, ever understand what's going on inside me.i know cos ive tried telling and crying too many times.**rayson is sick. went to the doc with him then to his place to make him eat the med & watch him sleep. he's still sleeping so ive decided to head home first. tada, me home. its me & my brain. me & my brain. me & my brain. work tmr ):