30 odd days to the big O’s. Started working very very hard now. I’m learning to handle the stress.
Problems keep occuring but I’m trusting God that everything’s fine.
Maybe I’m too dense to know what’s exactly going on, I don’t think I wanna bother about it anymore. Perhaps I’m too blunt.
Pretence, is something that I’m good at. It’s like putting on a mask so no one will really know how sad or happy I am. That real me might scare you too much. The mask is taken off around people who really truly know me.
I don’t really need people to understand me because I’ve always been complicated. I gave up on being myself a long time ago, to spare people the trouble. Don’t try to read me, you might end up seeing a shrink.
Like I’ve said, sometimes, humans are better off without friends. Solitude, don’t necessarily mean a bad thing, you know. No, I’m not depressed or whatsoever.
I know people don’t always like to say “sorry” so I’m used to it. I’m used to people who keep apologising as well. I’m immuned to either.
Note to self: crying doesn’t solve problems. It honestly doesn’t.
P/S. Thank you girls, for your concern (: you guys rock absolutely.