I feel sick. Yet it's hidden, discreetly hidden.
I don't want it nor need it.
It kinds of sucks to have things thrown at you. I know, it's common, the idea was probably repeated so many times that it lost its meaning, significance and sympathy towards society.
Anyways,
its still nice to smile with everyone, just storing the negativity for another day and move on from it, it feels good to do so.
However I don't get why I get moody at home. o.o I don't really get myself. Hm...
Anyways, I feel bad. I'm sorry that I couldn't do much. I'm sorry you can't really understand me. I'm sorry that you ask me favours, but you knew it usually leads towards paranoia.
*sigh*
I don't know what to do..
Just blogging like a noob. :/