28/04/2008 :: 12:34 a.m.

A man will never learn the mysteries that is a woman.
He is blind to her needs, oblivious to her emotions, desensitised to her words and actions.
He will never know how many tears she has shed for him, for she doesn't keep count, even though she has promised herself that she has shed all the tears that she has left.
It keeps coming.
And a man will never understand why a woman says what she says, does what she does. He thinks she's just having 'one of those days' and hopes that it will pass soon so that she gets 'back to normal'.
A man will never understand why she gets so upset when he's late, even though its for only 5 minutes.
He will never get why a woman cries, if he even notices in the first place.

I thought I had found something different, but he is as typical a man as it can ever get.

17/04/2008 :: 11:31 a.m.

Period is late.
Graduation certificate is late.
Boyfriend is late.

Tell me, is there any possibility that I am not pissed off to the bone, and on my birthday, no less?

Birthday, yes. Happy, no.

27/03/2008 :: 11:40 p.m.

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Being happy made me feel less alive. This angst that I've lost the past few weeks took with it the reality of the world. It's ok to be blissfully ignorant, but now there's a reminder that the world is also full of pain and hurt.