cheer up kid, every cloud has its diamond platinum lining

I) kerja banyak blah blah blah tak cukup masa blah blah blah stress stress stress blah blah blah tak selera makan benci kat no one in particular blah blah blah

life is dull.

and frustrating. especially when the clothes you send to the dobi needs FOUR WHOLE DAYS to be completed, and it never stops raining even if you had the strength and patience (and the right mind)to wash them by hand.

II) i wonder if i were a different person, (or the same person with a different personality,) would i have the courage to scream and shout at all the shit that's bothering me. but i'm not, so instead i watch boys in the music room sing their heart out and headbang and jump around with their bass guitars and listen to loud songs because when i do, it feels like the burden's on them. but it's evenings like these when the rain is so so loud and the drizzle comes through the old windows and splash a little bit on my skin that i realize how much my heart hurts.

(i don't want to talk about it, so don't make me)