There are lots of things I want to blog about, but I don't have a faintest idea on where to start.
Sometimes I have the urge to write about the people around me, but I cant because I know some of them are reading this. The fear of rumors being spread around wouldn't be something I have in mind.
Sometimes I have the urge to expose my feelings that I have kept it hidden, but I can't because I don't want to gain sympathy from people. Making myself vulnerable and letting my guards down is a big no to me.
Sometimes I feel like complaining about everything, and asking Him for a reason, but I can't because life isn't always fair and we wouldn't always get hold of what we desire.
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I don't know what has gotten into me. I've been keeping myself busy to try to not think too much. Listening to what my friends have said last night when we were hanging out at a friend's place about missing home and wishing to go back just brought more questions,
more reasons and more pressure to not looking forward to go back. It's silly, kinda think of it.
Sometimes I have the urge to write about the people around me, but I cant because I know some of them are reading this. The fear of rumors being spread around wouldn't be something I have in mind.
Sometimes I have the urge to expose my feelings that I have kept it hidden, but I can't because I don't want to gain sympathy from people. Making myself vulnerable and letting my guards down is a big no to me.
Sometimes I feel like complaining about everything, and asking Him for a reason, but I can't because life isn't always fair and we wouldn't always get hold of what we desire.
***
I don't know what has gotten into me. I've been keeping myself busy to try to not think too much. Listening to what my friends have said last night when we were hanging out at a friend's place about missing home and wishing to go back just brought more questions,
more reasons and more pressure to not looking forward to go back. It's silly, kinda think of it.
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