Tuesday, August 14, 2007
This is one rubbish entry. I just need to type something out.
I guess no one can actually understand what I'm feeling now.
Well, maybe God can.
But ya.
It's just that I can't talk to anyone about how I'm feeling. Coz they just don't know how to response. Not that I blame them.
This feeling is so stiffling.
It seems these days the only way to express my feelings is to write them down.
My written diary has become my only solitude. When all else all else seems to fall apart around me, I still have this on which to cling. The pages are a balm to my soul.
I had yet another sweet dream today. Can't rmb much as usual. But it was so nice. But when I woke up I just cried. Coz I know it's all but just a dream.
Dreams are my sweetest and only form of escape.If I can, I'll choose to sleep forever and keep on dreaming.
At least people in there can be anyone you want them to be,
at least people in there
will never change.
And yea. It's also the painful truth that my presence doesn't affect anyone at all. Whether I'm there or not it probably doesn't matter to
you.
To put that in short, that simply means I'm not needed.
My mind's unweaving/ 7:05 PM
