Stick and stones can break your bones but...
Wednesday, June 20, 20077:29 PM
I have been in and out of the sick-phase lately and it clearly drains me off and my entire system. I can't keep myself up and awake at class 7:30 in the morning because of my sinusitis, I feel drowsy and sh*t-crap early in the morning at school. I sneeze every now and then and sniffle my way through a conversation. Boo!
And now I can't concentrate with what I'm doing or suppose-to-be doing due to the persistent throbbing in my temples which annoyed me in the past two hours I've been working on a research. If simple headaches could kill, I would've been long dead by now.
I was utterly amazed when I opened my blogger account and whooop! it's in Filipino-language. o__O Every other thing gets translated, first google and now blogger.
Last night I realized a fact that I was being scared again -- scared of responsibilities, scared of committing myself to something, scared of people, scared of myself and scared of the whole idea that I now exist with a lost cause and have nowhere to go.
In times like this, all I could do is curl myself in the corner and cry the world to myself. I wish I could hug
Ducky right now, he's a magic guy. He can make me feel better, even though mostly he's one of the reasons I don't feel better.
"IRONY is sticked on my forehead. You see, it's just above me. And look, there's one on your forehead too."
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