I wanna dance again.
Heylo. Im feeling soooooooooooo sickly and stuff now, like seriously.
Went to sleep and woke up and suffering from headache and fever now.
And its gonna be a tiring tiring tomorrow because im still tired, so darn annoying.
Plus, even if i were to not go to school tomorrow, i doubt i would be able to go out in the afternoon.
Mama would probably like, whack me again, sometimes, i just dont understand!
Rest can help in recovering right? Just wonder why wont my mama understand that i need rest.
Been having on and off fever for the past week or so, coughing like really seriously and running nose.
Headaches, sore throat, seriously, im really really worried i have dengue. ): Cause my house has mosquitoes! :/
I dont know, everyone's just gonna say dont have dont have dont have, they dont know how im feeling.
And worse would be those who come up to me and i try to seek a lil attention cause im not feeling okay,
And they rant on that they have it worse and all that shit.
I didnt say i wanted it to be about me all the time, every minute, but sometimes, please? Im human, too.
I wish i had someone to listen to me, wish i had the courage to speak, stand up for myself.
Something i realize is that where we come from does not define who we are, but..
The environment and the way we are treated since young defines how we react to things and stuff.
Like, lets say *I come from a family which has no strong bonds, not like family at all.
They would not allow *me to say what i felt, and whatever i said held no place.
*I watched as people spoke up for themselves and the like, and get abused, scolded for it.
With *my friends, *i was not "allowed" to say what *i felt and if *i did, it held no value anyway.
At times, when *i did, *i was even misunderstood, blamed or even bullied.
So, with such circumstances which do not allow *me to speak up for *myself and express *myself, how can *i?
And, this story might not be mine. Everyone has their own story to tell, right? (:
Oh well, sometimes, courage can only be found in fear. So one day, i hope i'll find my courage.
Yea, shall go watch teevee and get my mind off stuffs, feeling kinda hurt-ed. ):
/Edited.
After almost two years, knowing how it feels like to miss someone so much it hurts again, really hurts.
Where'd you go, i miss you so.
I miss you like a child misses their blanket. ♥
