Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Mankind are so fickle-minded. One moment they want this, and the other moment they want that.
Just like what I'm thinking now. Wanting to have a job when slacking. And wanting to quit when working.
To be true, it isn't a hell to work, and plus having extra money in your pocket. Will also able to get around with people, laughing around. But that seems to be just the superfical of me now.

Where's my life I wonder sometimes. Feeling the stress bar leveling up each day, each time improvement comments were given. Higher expectations from myself [perhaps from anyone] convert into stress in me, till I don't even dare to breath properly when I talk.


To sound nice, I'm such a poor thing now.

To sound bad, I'm such a loser.

I need a shrink soon. Psychological barriers. Being too fearful.

I don't even know if I sound logic now.