and you wear a dozen expressions and you say a dozen things but now, i dont know what you're feeling or what you're going through. its as if you closed this door on me and i can't get back in. and all i can do is ask myself what went wrong
i dont like sundays cause sundays just make me start counting down to when i have to book back in at night. yuck. i love fridays cause i spend the whole of friday counting down to when i book out. so in a few hours time, im gonna be back in camp counting down to friday. its my new routine. terribly pathetic. this weekend passed by really quickly. but then again, all weekends pass by way too fast. i got accepted to RMIT but i dont really wanna go there. i still really really really wanna go to uni in singapore. either SMU or NUS but i guess its a far fetched dream. i think i wanna report stress and depression soon. i cant wait for january 27th 2011! its gonna be the happiest day of my life!
we wear masks of fascades on our faces. we tell numerous white lies. we try to make people believe that we're someone we're not
i used to be able to knwo how youre feeling from the tone of your voice. i used to be able to have non stop conversations and share countless jokes. but its as if something changed all that. sometimes its as if we're ju
st acquaintences. its like something snapped and im still wondering if it was our friendship
i'm sick of being the court jester who no one appreciates and chucks aside when they dont need him anymore. sick of being the court jester who no one remembers when they're all happy and they have all the things they want. sick of being the court jester who people treat as a backup, as second choice. but in the end, i'm stuck being the court jester, second grade and easily forgotten and ignored. who cheers the court jester when he's sad? no one
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good
