Sitting here all alone in my hall room, feeling so loved and smiling to myself. I tell myself, I must get used to it. It's hard, and I feel so bad. But one should never feel bad to receive love, isn't it? Cos no matter what form it takes, how much money was spent.. if it was out of love.. one should embrace it? A little closer to breaking the mystery of why no one's ever loved me besides my parents... and I love them so much for doing so.
Once again, having to paint my masks time and again, with different colours different designs when people hack down at them. Unwittingly. Ouch.
Please please please keep up the act and don't ever lose your cool in a social setting. Suffer the pain alone or perhaps tell your closest friends, but don't storm out or blow your top, please. Just, try. and stretch your face. and smileeee. You can go and cry all you want when you are alone k, no rush.
I went off @
11:36 AM
Saturday, December 26, 2009