am plagued by the same old problem again.
but this time, i faced my nightmare, alone.
guess the thing that matters to my parents the most,
is definely not me.
it's money. had a major argument with them just now.
and the topic is money. ha.
it amazes me how all of us can fight over something like this.
when i said, fought, it dosen't mean argue, it's literally fight.
ha.
whereas for her she's at somebody's else's rescue today.
maybe some of you may think that this entry is all about self-pitying.
and i ought to have a lot of growing up to do.
but think about it,
how would you fucking feel if you're lying in some observation room,
fucking bleeding your bloody like away,
alone.
how would you fucking feel if something like this happen to you,
a person who's nightmare is loneliness,
and the fucking loneliness is eating you up alive,
right at the spot where you're already feeling so much pain already?
ha.
i'm amused.
amused with all the shit that's going on.
and amused with how am i feeling right now.
sometimes i wonder,
why am i not one of the important matter that's happening.
why am i not the one that people feel that i need help, urgently?
maybe, i'm just not as important.
oh wells.. whatever.
>>goodnight world, goodnight nightmare.