drained.

fucking drained.

not in the best of moods to deal with this.

you're tired, i'm tired too.
your moods affect my moods.
i'm sick of feeling blue when you feel blue.
sick of feeling pissed when you get pissed too.


i'm sick of all this shit, but i still go through it.


it's fair that i get a chance to get angry too.
to throw a tantrum once in a while.


it's not fucking childish ok.


i really cannot take it holding everything inside. holding everything back.

giving this smiling face everyday. i may look happy, but i have my own troubles too. it doesn't help that you don't know. it doesn't help that you don't understand my troubles.

you have no fucking right to say i'm childish.



i'm venting now. so just let me be.


maybe this confinement came at the right time. i don't feel like both of us are in the right state to meet up anyway.



forget it.
period.


i just want to be happy. is it that difficult?
is it?






i may feel better after a few days. so this entry is not meant to hurt or slam anyone. in case some people decide that i'm refering to them. i cannot stop you from thinking it's you also.


just let me be for now.
i wanna fly free.