listener.
advicer.
mediator.
problem-solver.
secret-keeper.
rubbish dump.

since july till now, my mind hadn't had any rest. unknowingly became the female version of the Love Guru and Hitch mixed together. the least expected pple suddenly pop up and seek advices and opinions. huh?

beginnin of the 3rd week of sch and i'm totally drained. the travelling's partly to blame.

when things are ok, i am nth to you. why did i even bother to protect you? i guess you no longer need me, now tat you have him.

and i keep thinkin abt what i've said and whether my words were the exact words that steered their directions.

silly assumptions that i'm angry and that i'm depressed. the more you ask if i'm ok, the more you think that i'm not, the more irritated i get. wth. i hate to explain myself. explain i'm ok just cos u think i'm not. explain this, explain that. and yes, stop probing and probing, asking those silly, meaningless qns.

he's right. we are born like that. putting others before self. even though we say we wouldn't do it again, we still will. and in the end, we get hurt to make pple happy. fucking silly pple we are.

playin dumb from now on. avoid. avoid. you. so that i wouldn't hv to know anything anymore.

i seriously need a good rest. sputnik spunned @4:33 PM