hiiii there… it’s another…
let’s see what i have grown to? i dont know… it’s like worse? im not that ambitious, not as patient, no urge for beautifying myself, and im like more lazy, more easy going, more relaxed, more fragile, more replying, more short tempered.
im not sure if it’s real as what i feel of myself, however i just always feel tired of some repeating trouble, and they made me less colorful as before, and unsure if it’s worth, cuz i dont get a constant good treatment but arguement and rough conversations repeately.
you cant tell if im not happy at all…
but it is more to like tiring, whenever you are so blissful that you wanted to be as great as you can to contribute in certain things and you wanna believe in them, and the struggle comes again that tires you like no body’s business. So you get frustration.
an extent that you have no words to say, and you could not say anything, so devastating. cuz no words would put you right or eliminating the bad thing, unless to admit over thing that is not purely one’s fault.
it’s just so uncomfortable, and upset to reach this point of stage.
you have so much want to hold, trust, move on with happily.
yet so much to doubt, to worry, to be frightened…
so close yet so far… i think that is the best word i can tell for where i am now.
unthinkable, its so scary to move in, yet so scary to move out.
nex im gonna write some new year resolution as if I am single… think like a strong women!
don’t fall wendy.