I got my heart broken before. I recalled myself lying on the bed, not moving for a few hours, replaying and replaying back all those sweet and sour memories. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what ifs. I made myself flashed back over and over again until I got tired and numbed. Still, I couldn't bring myself to get up from my bed and to stop crying. The world didn't stop for a wreck like me and I had spent the entire week or month on auto-pilot mode because I didn't want my family to think there must be something wrong with me.
Today is one of those days that make me feels like I've been chucked by someone. Yeah, minus the crying part and the void in my heart. I feel like I am the raisin drying under the scorching sun, the meat that rots in a humid weather or maybe I am the zombie searching for something to feast on. But to feast on what? Food? Guys? Omigod, I am speaking as though I am ready to get laid!
I just feel totally incapable of doing anything productive. My spoken language is full of grammatical mistakes, I can't find any suitable to express what's on my mind. Worst of all, I told Arul that I'm going to go to the washroom to release myself instead of to relief myself. Oh gosh!!! That's terrible...
In my proficiency class, we were talking about this topic about giving and volunteering, it just made me realized I hadn't done any good deeds for as long as I could recall. Yeah, I am giving grammar lesson to someone but I am always a mischievous kid so he ended up with his nails coated with my nail polish.
In my drama class, there is this versatile lecturer. His spoken language is so good till I can't detect any grammatical errors. I am all green with envy!
The sky is dark now. My food is already half-way digested. I think in a few minutes more I am off to bed.
Anna told me how boring if someone's blog just mainly talks about her studies and life. Mine is like that today because I am just too exhausted to crack a joke.
Something is wrong with my mitochondria. They help in releasing as much energy in my teenage years. I am old, too old to even be funny today.
I'll go... I'm going... bye
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