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I wonder if putting work as my first priority will ever be my downfall one day. Back in secondary school days, many came to me to tell me of their problems. Family problems, school problems, relationship problems. Back then, I always thought that it must mean something for them to choose me out of a class of people to talk to. Slowly, i start to realise, it could be that, I wasn't the only one they shared the problem with. Maybe they have told many and I wasn't the only one to know. A few years later when I look upon it again, I start to think, why is it that others can easily find someone to talk to when they have problems. If it really means that much to you, wouldn't you want to only share it with one or two. So now I am, past my secondary days and working day in, day out. I have relatives or maybe people in general who think I don't work hard enough or that I'm not putting my time to good use. How are you able to define that anyway. Plagued with a whole body of problems and afraid of what may come to have people tell you that it's very normal and that I shouldn't worry. That's not what I want to hear. I think of a time on that bridge. Up till now, I'm still sorry I left you there all alone. I shouldn't have. Or maybe that feeling of someone waiting on me behind is very reassuring. Thank you for calling me and still sharing me with your problems. It makes me feel more human and that I still have friends out of my social world who still wants to talk to me. I seriously do not think I'm that important a person or that I deserve special attention but its these down to earth things that makes me feel slightly alive, that i'm still worth sharing problems to. I kinda miss my problematic friends. we would sit and chat through the night over silly stuff, drink and eat ice-cream. Now that we've all grown up, working, there isn't any more time left for all these 'things' I guess. We are not young anymore, shouldn't be crying, shouldn't be eating ice-cream and feeling like you're trapped in your own world. Night.