fuck you for loving me
Well, school’s out and the holidays have started for me. It’s been a rather unfruitful year because in all honesty, I didn’t learn anything. Even my interpersonal skills have gone down by a notch! Recently I’ve been so consumed by this new game, which is rather childish (but amusing) - Gunbound.
So far I’ve always been this girl sifting through layers and layers of dirt trying to find herself. And through it all, the more I dug, the more painful it was. I’m not saying that everything’s perfect because God knows there are so many flaws, which I still struggle to hide; but I’m okay now, I’m getting better. Maybe it is because there are so many games to occupy my time so that I don’t have enough of it to think about bad things. But I shall be optimistic and hope that maybe, just maybe, things are alright.
It’s been so long since I’ve written about myself because recently all that I have been writing about were snippets of images which come to my mind. I’ve been writing on scraps of paper more of late; been wanting to get a paper journal for quite some time but me being me, has managed to procrastinate for a month.
I’d probably be making a few minor changes here and there. For most part of my life, it’d be friends-only on this journal; but I would continue to post my writings on public. Call me paranoid but I really don’t feel that people should read and judge me from my words as most people already have. I’ve thought about completely getting rid of this journal and starting a new one but somehow I have the certain attachment to this online journal, I can’t bear to delete it and leave all you lovelies behind.
So for now, until I feel comfortable again, that is how it will be.
So far I’ve always been this girl sifting through layers and layers of dirt trying to find herself. And through it all, the more I dug, the more painful it was. I’m not saying that everything’s perfect because God knows there are so many flaws, which I still struggle to hide; but I’m okay now, I’m getting better. Maybe it is because there are so many games to occupy my time so that I don’t have enough of it to think about bad things. But I shall be optimistic and hope that maybe, just maybe, things are alright.
It’s been so long since I’ve written about myself because recently all that I have been writing about were snippets of images which come to my mind. I’ve been writing on scraps of paper more of late; been wanting to get a paper journal for quite some time but me being me, has managed to procrastinate for a month.
I’d probably be making a few minor changes here and there. For most part of my life, it’d be friends-only on this journal; but I would continue to post my writings on public. Call me paranoid but I really don’t feel that people should read and judge me from my words as most people already have. I’ve thought about completely getting rid of this journal and starting a new one but somehow I have the certain attachment to this online journal, I can’t bear to delete it and leave all you lovelies behind.
So for now, until I feel comfortable again, that is how it will be.