Wednesday, July 27, 2005
it is not the swirling debri, bishbish bangbang crashcrash that is apallingly frightening,
but the silence and emptiness that resides when the dust settles.
this past few days i seem to click on n off sullen 'depression' mode.. till i again constantly forget to count my blessings. so wat if your dads a pressure cooker, ur results suck n there dont seem to be a hole for improvement? u still have blahblahblahblah blah blah blah right? heh. nice try.
still, failure is not an option.. i wont allow it to be. n i guess i'll just have to learn to live up to my expectations n mine alone. gotta dump those stupid baggages, burn those bridges n force myself thru.
oh Strength! be my fren! heh (:
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