like an old abandoned house
Wake up your idea. Classic. I have a hunch that this is the phrase commanders in National Service always uses to reprimand the recruits. Tell me if I'm right NS guys.
I was sitting on my bed, staring at nothing in particular, and not exactly thinking about anything cos' there were millions of thoughts running through my head like they're fighting to reach to an invisible finishing line. Lost count of them. I have no idea what's the matter with me nowadays. Maybe it's just the work, occupational hazards.. ahh. No I doubt so. God. I should just face up to my problems and untie the little knots in my head. In fact, I know what's wrong with me all along and the stuff which are causing my insomnia at night. I've been relying on my friends, entertainment, and novels to dispel my troubles. How could I make use of the people I love so much to walk away from it all? This feeling is like.. being slapped in the face without even knowing the reason. I wanna get through this ordeal. I should treat myself better. Love myself more.
Well, I never saw it coming
I should've started running
A long long time ago
We can work things out -1:40 AM
Saturday, October 20, 2007