down.fustrated.mixed-up.Moodswings etc are back. I don't know why. The big factor: STRESS has hit me again but this time with a big bang. Maybe i was too stong that i became too insensitive of my ownself? HAHA. Next year did be worse. More responsibilities and tasks as i get older. Church did have to come first. To make my dad happy,although i know i'm thinking the wrong way already.
All these gets smaller once i compare to those who are REALLY SUFFERING for like years already? Those cancer paitients who are still hanging on, proverty-striken asian kids, abused children-wives-maids and family problems. They are the real strong survivors. They stand the pain and suffering within thier own world.
I miss being to share my thoughts etc with someone i really trust. But knowing what the world has become of, i doubt there's anyone i can really trust except a few. Its tough,but my diary and handy-dandy pen are temporary only.
Obs is tml... The burning flame of excitement has cooled off. HAHA again... i don't wish to attend it anymore. Dreams haunts me. Actually i have a fear of dreams. Most of them has happened. I dreamt i did faint somewhere. Everyone i knew well enough seem to have been surrounding me, but the person i wanted to really be there wasn't. In fact he was the last. But yea,i'm praying and crossing my fingers that this will not happen there. I want to finish and graduate from OBS. i want to.
cries.depression.stress.how much i need to talk to you two again. But i'm stuck with nothing.