I'm not the kind who don't respond when someone's talking to me, and you know it.


It's 12.08am now, and I'm eating. I visited the loo a couple of times today, and didn't really eat that much. Cleared my bowels again and again just ease the funny feeling of my tummy. Now that it's all better, my appetite is as huge a pot of stew. Am I a happy girl or what, to be eating late at night with no worries.

Everyone's afraid of changes, and I'm not just talking about the bad ones. The good ones too. It's strange as to no matter how many times I've reminded myself that changes is good because most of the time they are at the end of the day, I'd still do just about anything to keep things the way they are right now, nothing more, nothing less. But I know, I know, nothing will ever stay the same for long. Changes is the only thing that stays constant.

I have so much things going on in my head and everytime I try to put all of them in words, my sentences ends up unfinished. I feel so many things at one time that because of it, the fear of getting hurt is filling me in. It's as though I've been wandering around just thinking about where exactly I'm heading to and how it is going to affect me at the end of the day. This is just starting to get crazy.