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'cause we got it going on
Saturday, January 20, 2007
{ 8:33 PM }
I'm sick of wushu, I'm sick of track, I'm sick of school, I'm sick of my computer, I'm sick of the tv. I'm sick too. Everything is blurred. Whirring around and around me non stop. Try as I might but I can't get myself to set my mind frame right again and start completing my homework neither can I get myself to go sleep or something. I can't relieve myself of this weird sensation which don't usually occur to the hyper me. I can't let it out. TRAPPED. ; behind a smile is a broken soul...I don't seem to excel in whatever I do. RGS-- the stupidest there. Track-- never qualified for finals. Wushu--didn't make it into national team (I think). Everything returns back to scratch when some little miserable progression is made. I'm such a loser. I've lost hope. I need to find that key to unlock myself from this cage I locked myself in. Why can't my life have more roses? Why isn't anybody answering to my silent wishes?Talk to the hand, I'm in no mood now. Bah, humbug!` chernhwee
