surprise, surprise.

that maybe it was me. that it is me. not you. as much as i refuse to acknowledge it.

i. am. growing. teeth.

no lah not that. even though thats probably true cos i keep wanting to bite stuff.

truth is, i am a sucker for power. i hate not being in the know, i hate wondering and i hate hate hate whatever im feeling now! its like a replay of some sort and that dread just overwhelms me. im about to shut down. about to run away. except, of cos, i just read that running away doesnt just leave the bad stuff behind. but im not abt to weigh wad im gonna lose if im to stay this disgruntled for the next few days.

urghhh.