All my uncompleted blog posts sit silently on the quiet racks behind the closed cupboard doors of my archive. Just like my unfinished train of thought. Way to be melodramatic xuan.

So many things to worry about so little time to breathe. Can no longer enjoy the me time after each long day (oh wait that would be everyday). Can feel the stress of everything just coming at me all at once hmm. Funny how I didn't like to admit I was stressed before cos I'd feel so weak but now.. Idk I guess am easier why to get out of describing my feelings? Maybe I should private this blog too.. Getting too emo and boring i don't actually talking about real things just some stupid thoughts in my head wonder if people read with irritation hahaha. But what's the point of 2 private blogs sigh. Speaking of blogs, been stalking a few blogs lately (yes i honestly didn't use to) and sigh why do they all write so well i used to think I was pretty good too but no, I guess I'm pretty inadequate. Here's to losing faith in the only thing I'm remotely good at D:

Mtp yesterday.. Made me realize how bad my sleeping habits are (considering how little work I do even after staying up an extra 3 hours?) exhaustion up, productivity down. But I don't know I just feel if I keep sleeping maybe I'll get addicted to it or something. And what jar said, insecure people sleep really late. Maybe? Maybe I am insecure and convinced myself to believe otherwise.. And sigh I think Ms Begam severely dislikes me now.. After how I showed my lazy unmotivated pathetic self to her.. Sigh kinda liked her Leh :/

Le welcomes a new reader today. Hello kid hope you don't drown in my boring self pity :3

Ten years down the road, I'm pretty sure we'll look back and realize everyone's experiencing the same damned self conflicting emotions and laugh. Maybe on different degrees, maybe with different levels of revelation and how much we choose to reveal. Right now we think we don't understand each other, but we do. We secretly unknowingly do. What if we all bared ourselves and the ugliest sides and possibly the intricately fragile. Stark naked; nothing more to lose? Impossible, you'll think. So do I. It's something we have to learn to overcome by ourselves to reach a new height where we will inevitably begin another battle. Problems aren't half as exciting to read once you figure then out. It'll be all "isn't it just that simple why is she complicating things" but you don't realise you don't actually understand the depth of the situation. So yeap, keep your comments coming so I can cackle cynically at your skin-deep shallowness.