Life isnt a dressed rehearse.
I'm thinking more than usual today. I need some quiet time.
Irony, i need some people to talk to. Yet i dont open up to most people.
But the people i can talk to ... is either away or i dont want to bother them this time.
Maybe i'm sick of my own whining and myself.
How could i talk to people when i find myself irritating?
I need to grow up now.
Stop depending on people who needs their own time and life instead of listening to my ranting.
Sometimes it makes me wonder , when can i find meaning to my life...
Before i completely loses myself.
I have fears . Seems like a rolling snow ball.
Yet i know i'm no longer a child, i have to face my life.
Escaping is longer an option.
Life isnt a bed of roses.