my funeral wake

i can't stay at home.
my house's like a funeral parlour, an overwhelming feeling of sadness surrounds me the moment i step back into the house..

i don't want to be home..

sometimes, no, ever since i was young, i have always wished that i suffer from some fatal sickness in hopes that i would get the attention and care i need..
and if i get into an accident, i'll be able to feel what really hurts more, and not let the other hurt get to me. i just wish these headaches each time i cry too hard be something serious.

humans are just unsatisfied, ungrateful beings.

i think i'm psychotic.

anyway, thanks ann for providing shelter for this aimless girl..
and letting me tease ur 'Little Dudu' aka 'Bloo'.. =)
i'll have to wait for someone else to get me my perfect bear, hopefully..

so where to next?

i can't study.

why do i put myself through this? why i ask myself, why.