lil bottle

A bottle.
When you close it..nothing can go out.
nothing can go in too...

Keeping a lot ( and i meant a lot) of stuff bottled inside is very very frustrating. It may cause you to cry, but you refrain, scared of being call a crybaby..

Question: To cry or not to cry.. = to pour all out or keep it in.

lil numbers

18. 21 22 22 15. 15 18 16 22. 18. 15 18 16 22. 8 12 14 22. 12 13 22. 22 15 8 22. 25 6 7. 18. 8 7 18 15 15. 15 12 5 22. 19 18 14. 25 22 18 13 20. 18 20 13 12 9 22. 18 8. 13 12 7. 21 6 13 . 26 7. 26 15 15.

lil rant (again)

well, it's me and my rants again..

n.o.t p.r.e.t.t.y o.r c.u.t.e
things that i do/plan/wanna do so much, sometimes fails..
but when the "components" of my plans join another plan, they succeed..ARGH
is it juz me or what ?

I somehow think that .it's juz coz of me..
In what why? no idea....there's some unexplainable connection i guess.

*sigh*..nitez

lil~ more time and confidence

Time...

Currently, need more time...
:(
Things are overloading and scaring me ..huhu..
Bleh
Me want huggies, me want me...

Wahaha..low confidence me also..
1. "not-pretty-ugly-gal" (duh..with all the pimples)
2. "not-clever-plus-stupid-gal" ( no need to explain)
3. "un-sing-able" ( sure rain )
4. "size-too- small-gal" (juz take a look)
5. "erhmm....unphotogenic."
6. "un-hot-dance-able"
7. "un-make-up-able"
8. "dun-see -the-point-of wearing-nice-clothes-to-class" (no one would look at me either)
9. "not gal-treatable, more like guy-treatable" ( yerp yerp, me not gal...or lets say fully gal)
10. "small kid"
11. "prefers-to-be-alone"

let's say..juz low confidence, anything would do....and i prefer to be alone because there isn't anyone around for me to compare with.

"In the queue/list, i'm standing at the end of the end"

lil~ only me

I can't speak out, neither can i do ...
I prefer to keep everything inside me.
Thus, only me, and me and me would know what am i thinking and what am i feeling
Not telling anyone about things is because i prefer to "suffer" in a way. Why? I do not know.
Me and my thoughts, bonded inside...to tell it out, needs 10000 times more effort.
Now, do you know why?
I juz want to be with myself. Happy or not, juz by myself, as long as it's better for anyone else.
How hurt inside of me, i won't tell. Only me would know. How happy am i inside, only i would know.


~no one except ...... know who's the real me inside~