Angst

I hate how I always fall in love with people, who I know, would not be able to return me with mutual affections. It's just so depressing to see myself struggle to contain and prevent my emotions from dictating my actions. Which is why, I run. I run away from all of them.

I'm a coward. I'm not brave enough to handle this. I'm not strong enough to stand beside them and smile for them. But don't get me wrong, once I finally let go, there's no return, or at least I will stop myself from making it happen.


No where is safe anymore. My once thought 'safe' blog at the other side is easily accessed by people, and the same so for my other social webpages, all of them are exposed. Geez, this is so scary. I don't mean to sound like a whiny prick but, heck, zzz.

-chewy

Replies

Sick of all these. Sick of one word replies, sick of arseholes who looks down on me. Sick of people who humiliates me with sarcasm. Sick of people who make fun of me. Sick of people who carries high ego. Haiz...oh well, it's not up to me to complain after being so paranoid and rude. You know what? I sometimes feel like just closing down all my social networks and communications with everyone. It's so irritatingly sick. Everyone's wearing a mask, everyone's just so plain fake. It makes me want to puke.

-chewy