Wednesday, July 16, 2008 . 8:36 PM
the slightest thing in life does affect me.when an ant crawl past my bed, i would consider if i should kill it.
but second thought, it didn't hurt me.
so i just let me crawl on my finger and let it onto the window.
if only things are so easy, every problems can be resolved by myself.
but this isn't true. perhaps that only applies for me?
i miss my own usual spirit and soul.
however, its useless to bring it back.
what for?
cos nobody is appreciating.
looks are deceiving.
and i've been hurt, badly.
i'm just a clown in a circus after all.
