Across the Red Sea

"i sure hope so..."
and i did... i dint go to sch today... feeling dizzy after last night... stuck down there, gazing into the dark, desperately trying to sleep... insomnia? why do u have to come up to me so often now? i didnt see u comin last year, the year before or even when i'm in sec sch... wth is ur problem?

think that i'm feeling more and more inferior each day, or perhaps... lower self esteem... "i feel like an idiot. stupid boy. immature freak." yes i do... and i cant help it...

i dont want my blog to be transformed into some depression centre where everything is sad and blue... but for these few days i suppose... i cant help it...

it feels like shit when there's something at your mouth but u just cant say it.. well.. u show it.. ppl ask... and i HATE it when some unnecasarry idiots try to poke and ask.. peeking and disturbing... i'll talk to them if i really want to.. why bother to ask? furthermore, they assume things to happen and make stupid conclusions that i have very serious problems that need to be solved by talking to me and asking me what happened... NO i am NOT referring to u... i'm referring to ppl who want to eavesdrop and those who are guessing who that 'u' is...

why is life like this? the people u want to talk to give up on u.. the people that u shun repeatedly come and pester u.. ?!

life goes on... life goes on...