you wonder why people actually bother bottling up their feelings.especially their anger,and you wonder why they don't just explode sometimes.even at the tiniest things.at that irritating repetitive knock on the door,at that whiny little scream in your ear,and that malicious twisting of that knife in your conscience.why do people actually bother keeping their feelings inside?isn't it better to let everything show on their face,instead of hiding them,keeping them secret,and just letting the bloody dam burst one day?then again.the answer is quite obvious isn't it.you don't want people to think of you as that girl who flares at the tiniest thing.you don't want to start that particular argument about whether you're being selfish or not.neither do you want to impose on your consicence.
everytime i hear that squeak of the doorknob and i tense,wondering whether it's the furtherance of your anger and impatience,or just a test of the mind.
it's ironic how sometimes when you think of things,the thing you think about seems to happen.and how something that is often recently mentioned takes place.deja vu all over again i guess.been so tired and drained lately.everything's just been clogging my mind,making me feel sluggish.and just plain retarded.i just feel like sleeping and slagging everything off.yet i know i have reponsibilities.and it irks me how easily people around me can shrug everything off.it's frustrating.
isn't the world really full of lies sometimes.
