Saturday, January 9, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
just don't feel like it.
and guess what... I didn't study....AGAIN! well surprise.. I may be slowly recovering from my latest point at issue but I do not even improve my study interests. I would probably be dumb stuck tomorrow. I might be failing this stupid Biochemistry.I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. I'm a worthless student...as you may presume...so okay, for the sake of my beauty sleep, I'll be resting my eyes now. Ciao.
I feel like writing....again.
I've been acting strange lately. I think I'm near to losing my mind. It's because of this stupid book I read during the Christmas break which made me feel abstracted. I know I'm not good at expressing the real me--the reason why I engaged myself with these writing stuff more than 12 moths ago--that's why I'm literally getting crazy. I also have this 'attachment issues'. I labeled it that because I easily get attached to things that are not actually existing in the real world. And unfortunately, I'm not very good at getting over so fast, I'm usually obsessing over those first. I'm a freak. I'm a weirdo. And I'm mentally unbalanced. Pitiful.
And I actually thought I know myself very well. Maybe I do. That's why--in fairness to that-- I think I've known the answer just now... Maybe it's because I'm ashamed to reveal this low lifed part of me. Which makes me a major loser. What the...I can't even accept myself now? I really need help. What's this? A personality defect? Or am I just --n point of fact--following the pattern of Erik Erikson's stages of development. If so, I'm experiencing role/identity confusion. I'm confused on how to bring my self up. Am I this intoverted dark bitch that I was or am I this outgoing and companionable person that I've become? Whatever. I just actually want to get out of this crap; this obsessive thingy that I'm having about with those books and those who starred it's movie representation. But nothing to worry much. I was more impossible to deal with last Monday. I was detached from the real word that day. Atleast now I can somehow get a grip of what I'm supposed to be doing. Though I'm still crazy. Like I said, that's why I had a reason to engage myself again with this blogging drama.
Okay that's all. Crazy person out.
And I actually thought I know myself very well. Maybe I do. That's why--in fairness to that-- I think I've known the answer just now... Maybe it's because I'm ashamed to reveal this low lifed part of me. Which makes me a major loser. What the...I can't even accept myself now? I really need help. What's this? A personality defect? Or am I just --n point of fact--following the pattern of Erik Erikson's stages of development. If so, I'm experiencing role/identity confusion. I'm confused on how to bring my self up. Am I this intoverted dark bitch that I was or am I this outgoing and companionable person that I've become? Whatever. I just actually want to get out of this crap; this obsessive thingy that I'm having about with those books and those who starred it's movie representation. But nothing to worry much. I was more impossible to deal with last Monday. I was detached from the real word that day. Atleast now I can somehow get a grip of what I'm supposed to be doing. Though I'm still crazy. Like I said, that's why I had a reason to engage myself again with this blogging drama.
Okay that's all. Crazy person out.
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