sometimes i feel that we're all like in this big deep ocean, you and I, and the many around us.
we seem to see the others as wooden planks, hold on to them for support, probably when theres this big wave and we need that help. but once we see a bigger, stronger plank of wood den we let go of the one we're holding on to. nothing's permanent, nothing's for sure, in fact im beginning to wonder if even anything is true? acty, perhaps i have already knew long ago tt none of these existed. blame me for being a fool to refuse to believe it. a fool to keep trying to make thigns work out somehow, to build something out of nothing. maybe i should just give up, and hold on to those pieces of wood around me. after all they do hold on to me sometimes when need arises.
so tell me, whats true then?

on another note, i have this big feeling of dread in me. somehow things got out of hand n well, its really my wrong to think abt it. but the dread din really come from the guilt, but the fear of lost. if it happens, i really cant imagine.

oH wells hopefully the week ahead would be good. tts the only thing tts keeping me sane n going on, tt tmr would be a better day.