Saturday, May 10, 2008



I just feel like pouring everything out.

I feel like standing at the top of the mountain and just scream my lungs out.

I feel like telling someone to just shut the 'bleep' up.

I feel like crushing boxes and breaking bones.

I feel like speeding down the highways at 180km/h.

But I don't. Cause my very old car can barely notch 120 without feeling like it's going to fall apart. No. That's not the point.

Sometimes, I really just wish people could know ME. But telling on myself would probably only attract sympathy, which I really don't need. Nor charity. (But I wouldn't turn it down. Kidding.) I just want empathy.

But I still won't tell. Cause I can't, and I won't, and therefore I shan't.

Whoever said life is simple probably never lived.

Anyway, I'm sure everyone has problems. Personal, non-personal, whatever. Thus, I don't need to publish an autobiography, detailing my every dilemma, predicament or life issue. Cause firstly, that would be selfish of me. And secondly, I doubt my autobiography would even sell. Hah.


p/s: Sometimes I do feel C****tianity is just a whole lot of bull.

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