It's funny how one can feel so alone when there are millions of people in this world, right?
So what is the definition of not lonely, then? Is it simply when you have someone to chat with, to hang out with? Or having someone who understands you, someone whom you find flawless, someone whom you dearly love? Or is it both?
Perhaps I just haven't found that one flawless person whom I love dearly.
That one flawless person who really listens to what I have to say. I'm sick of people pretending to be listening to me. Most of the times, I catch them not listening with my own eyes. Ironic much, but I can see through their eyes. Screw it, seriously.
I thank God for giving me the gift of patience, even if it's just a lil. It's much needed, having to hear people yak and not giving me the chance to. Not that I don't wanna listen. I'm only human, there are things I would love to share with my friends and get off my chest.
So much for not bottling up your feelings. There ain't many rubbish/recycling bins to throw the bottles away in the first place.
All in all, screw this life. Screw being a fourteen year old teenager who is failing at looking drop-dead gorgeous. And who is also, by the way, guy-immunised.
Anyway, today - I had to go back to school for 2010 Secondary 2 councillor induction. The blind maze was fun for us, being able to torture them.
In case you thought I was sadistic, I was very nice actually. I was just testing your resillience. Also helping you consider your choice about being a councillor along the way. Seeeeee!
HAZLY ALLY, don't cry and wet your bed tonight! (OMG okay that didn't come out right; it sounded so wrong!)
I kinda mean it when I said there ain't anything nice to blog about you *wink wink wink*, because I have only two words to say bout you and a sentence to tell you:
You're Cute! And don't be afraid of ghosts!
Happy now, hon? ♥
FOOD FOR THOUGHT: Why are you living? Are you living for yourself, or for someone? Or do you no freaking idea why you're living at all?
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