lan was fun..but i practically slept the whole weekend away. that's fun as well. nothing to worry about, nothing to face. just the sanctity of my nice cosy room. i hate dressing up, worrying how i look to other people. i hate this stupid pretentiousness. i hate judgemental people. i hate making an effort to be part of something. i just want good clean fun with people i love and who in turn love me. but somehow i feel that it's so hard to just make friends, esp good friends who click with you the first time you meet them. that sucks. it gets harder as we grow up because we look for too many specific things in the new friends we meet. too many criterias to live up to. rant rant rant. somebody just love me. quick.
Monday, August 30, 2004
ok keep serene for yourself then.. its alright.
lan was fun..but i practically slept the whole weekend away. that's fun as well. nothing to worry about, nothing to face. just the sanctity of my nice cosy room. i hate dressing up, worrying how i look to other people. i hate this stupid pretentiousness. i hate judgemental people. i hate making an effort to be part of something. i just want good clean fun with people i love and who in turn love me. but somehow i feel that it's so hard to just make friends, esp good friends who click with you the first time you meet them. that sucks. it gets harder as we grow up because we look for too many specific things in the new friends we meet. too many criterias to live up to. rant rant rant. somebody just love me. quick.
"let's get our asses kicked by love"
lan was fun..but i practically slept the whole weekend away. that's fun as well. nothing to worry about, nothing to face. just the sanctity of my nice cosy room. i hate dressing up, worrying how i look to other people. i hate this stupid pretentiousness. i hate judgemental people. i hate making an effort to be part of something. i just want good clean fun with people i love and who in turn love me. but somehow i feel that it's so hard to just make friends, esp good friends who click with you the first time you meet them. that sucks. it gets harder as we grow up because we look for too many specific things in the new friends we meet. too many criterias to live up to. rant rant rant. somebody just love me. quick.
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