i'm moving.

Thursday, May 13, 2010 @ 10:14 PM

Life's hard.

I'm at the brink of breaking down.

When I care enough to help out, why does it always end up in quarrel and frustration?

Words that flew out of the mouth are always harsh.

Suddenly, I feel that the world is cruel.

No! Its the people who are cruel.

The world don't owe you a thing.

It isn't my fault.

But there's no one to blame but myself.

All that they can think of is find fault with me.

Maybe I'm the bin that they can pour the frustration on.

But who can I pour the frustration on?

I need a punching bag.

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Saturday, May 08, 2010 @ 12:49 AM

I need a breather, seriously.

I'm quite sick of ppl commenting how good it is to work for your family. There's so much more to it than it meets the eye. So STOP telling me that!

Today is a BAD BAD BAD day.

I think my wrist is a lil sprained. Carrying things got harder and working on the machine becomes slightly inefficient. Plus the horribly lack of sleep over the past few days make me very grouchy.

The hormones must be flying all over the place.

I didn't want to pick a fight, but you forced me to!

Life's a bitch!

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