blogging is always the last resort for my unhappiness... i dun find sharing sorrows any help.. i'm tired... of everything... of werking... or communicating... of being awake... i just wanna slip into coma for months... let my body rest... y am i slaving for a company and doing the extra werk wen i'm only wad i am? why am i doing someone's else job wen i noe my responsibility is oni this much? i'm not being paid that high to do sucha thing.... the reason could be lying deep in my heart... i noe y i'm doing all these... its just tat wen a problem comes.... i noe wat i shud do to resolve it... so immediate reaction would be wad it is.. but aft some time.... i realise... wadever for?
sometimes i wonder wad am i working for? for myself? or for others?
3:42 AM;
I made my mark
LOST IDENTITY
-=|Solistice|=-
I stand in between both solstice; slashed, tortured, LOST.
