no where near but aint too far.

people are strange
when you're a stranger,
faces look ugly
when you're alone,
women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
streets are uneven when you're down!

--joanna wang's cover (i think)

and i really feel like a plastic bag, driftin' thru the wind, wanting to start again ..
okay erm got sidetracked by katy perry's [firework]

am really confused this days, as to what i want and what i should do and what im doing, or not.
[neehhhhhhhh]
oh damn. new stuff clogging up my breathing space.
think a thousand times but it just... endless string of thoughts.
found out we should never give up but decided some times i should give up at the right time.

maybe its not the time afterall.
maybe its not the conditions, the places, the people.
what if its me?
what if everything is just . NOTHING?
what if..
you can ask everyone and they'll give you thousands of their own 'what ifs'

so maybe i should just end here, as awkward as ever.

















shouldnt even be done.