Words.

Words are funny, words are nice,
into thoughts they can add spice.
Words are painful, words are kind,
they portrait stuff from your mind.
Words are vocal, words are sounds,
funny sometimes how it hounds.
Giving love, sharing sadness,
all these strings sound like madness.


I thought a little about how sharing one's thoughts is like
and i thought about how i can almost never say the right words,
or how it's so difficult finding a word.
These strings of letters formed together,
have i actually been heard?

So exhausted from this pain,
so tired of all this mental exhaustion.
Physical pain is bad enough,
but because of this physical problem
i wear myself down mentally also?
hello myself?
i don't need to rest is it?
can take it easy anot?
i'd like to say that if i ever happen to leave life by accident,
it's fine. i'm fine. i expected death, everybody needs to go through it.
so i thought i should start planning to live,
like maybe go to freaking south korea next year by myself
because i should go on an adventure with myself and only myself,
just so i can get to know myself more
and it's honestly too tiring having a companion to worry about sometimes.
not like a companion would hurt but i need a pillar,
i don't want to be the strong one, but too often i stand alone.
is this making sense i'm

dozing off.. doing my OTQM assignment..
i haven't finish because I'm doing a long-ass question myself
cos group mate not helpful. sianzzzzzzZZZZ

what? almost 2 am already?
what?

i had a lot to say
and then i got to this page and
.... nothing.
Tried to say something but i lost the thought
and i couldn't continue what i was trying to type.
so yeah, okay.
But (life's) so far so good.


"Anger is our natural defense against pain."

"This isn't just a song. Listening to this song makes me remember how things used to be. I stop in my tracks whenever I hear this song, I can't help that this song isn't just a song."