Thursday, 17 February 2011 3:27:00 pm
I feel used.
This feeling is haunting me again. And this time I am not capable to fight it.
I wished THIS was a nightmare instead of reality. Why are (some) people mean? Why can't they appreciate? Why can't they just stay content with what they already have? Why can't the ones right infront of their eyes be seen?
Reality is too harsh. I am like a glass waiting for the crack to break.
I just want to lay back, stare into white walls and feel sorry for myself. I don't want to be pulled out anymore... or yet.
When is my "better day" coming? :(
Labels: personal
I feel used.
This feeling is haunting me again. And this time I am not capable to fight it.
I wished THIS was a nightmare instead of reality. Why are (some) people mean? Why can't they appreciate? Why can't they just stay content with what they already have? Why can't the ones right infront of their eyes be seen?
Reality is too harsh. I am like a glass waiting for the crack to break.
I just want to lay back, stare into white walls and feel sorry for myself. I don't want to be pulled out anymore... or yet.
When is my "better day" coming? :(
Labels: personal
Thursday, 17 February 2011 3:27:00 pm
