i guess i used up my happiness quota too fast today. ended with me crying for the most simple things so much so that it brinked on the edge of childishness. for the 3rd time, i'm wrote a msg that will never be sent. tearing at the 201 busstop and was glad(how ironic) that bus 12 was rather empty. as i walked to the busstop, i honestly wished someone would come after me and ask me how i was. not just through some device of modern convinience. but i had to walk that stretch or road alone and sulk in my misery. what glamness and maturity. anyway, got home and FINALLY got my green tea(AND it's $1.10 at cold storage for each which tells me that i dont have to rely on others anymore because i can just find an alternative for myself, on my own). bought 2, was contemplating the 1.5l one then reasoned otherwise. went home. ate a salad. puked most of it out. what's the point of pretending to be sticking around then just disappear? honestly, next time when i want to get something, i'll just help myself and not consult you. u dont care what.
u.dont.even.hear.me.
i just wished i was more noticable to you. and not have to do SUCH a thing.
anyway, msged randolf and emo-ed with him. then felt selfish and didnt wanna plague him further with my emo-ness. though we truely are similar. his life is a bed of roses without petals but thorns and mine is a bed of nails. just awesome.
