Sunday, December 15, 2002
sometimes i think i sound like a demented sadist who needs psychiatric help.
*hollow laughter*
i might be happier tied to myself in woodbridge anyway.
anyone care to sponser me?
hiding behind a facade.
what lurks beneath unknown.
can you see through it?
see the person within?
i guess in life it's like that. one can't possibly walk around showing one's true emotions.. or at least, to it's fullest extent. ppl will stop. and stare. ogle. and point. laugh. and criticise. as if they're different.
we all hide our true feelings at some point or another. i cannot imagine all unhappy employees marching up to their boss and setting his hair on fire.
i mean, hey, there are loadsa ppl i would wanna do that to.
keyword here is self-control.
or maybe it's just me being a sadist again.
oh well.
...and
dith babbled on at the insane hour of 9:37:00 PM