life's somehow caught up with me. i don't know how come i feel so detached from the world, from everywhere, like i'm watching a never-ending film screening others' lives. i hear & see their stories, i cry & laugh with them; i could feel. what's my story? gee i can't even put a single word to it, i'm not the least bit interested. in fact i try my best to hide my story, shove it in some corner so that i don't even get reminded of it. yes that's me, hiding in shadows, evading whatever i fear most - human.
too much suppression. i don't wanna talk about it 'cos i'm afraid to know how i feel. but it's just like trying to push a styrofoam into the water, it doesn't go away; it hardens just like mineral stones after much accummulation in your kidneys & in the end, it becomes a fatal blow to you. damaged beyond repair. a double-sided life i lead is confusing me more than ever. it's not something i expect you to understand but to accept.