July 12, 2006 Seriously, I didn't like the show my sister recommended. I don't even know why it's her favourite show.
But still, there's a small part of me still wants to hold on to being alive.
I wanted to catch the first bus to go somewhere, but since I slept at 3am I slept past that timing. Perhaps it's much wiser not to go, for reasons ; there's plentiful.
Sometimes I try to tune myself to believe that it doesn't matter anymore, but reality kicks in and the truth is, if it didn't matter I wouldn't even bother spending a single second of my life on it, yet here I am wallowing in it for months. I have no idea how to make it go away.
So much so I lose my appetite even the food I like to eat don't seem to tempt me any longer. Not even the 16 packs of yoghurt and flavoured tofu in my fridge bound to expire someday. If any of you wants it you can just come my house and grab it.
And not to forget my dad wants a family dinner tonight. I don't know what I'm gonna do.
She's going away and I don't like it at all.
And one day I'm bound to face the fact of reality; people can't and won't be there for me my whole life.