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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Lonely

Feelings are always hard to describe or put to words.
Time files, 3 weeks of attachment have passed. And this feeling is getting stronger each day. The sense of belonging, and being wanted.
Felt that i'm drifting further and further away from everyone.Cuz of my work, we don't really hangout that often anymore.Even during weekends,most have their own things and thus can't meet up.
Sometimes i asked for 1 or 2 to hangout with, but, always, they would ask "who got go ar?" and when i said "just us" they would say when there's more ppl then go out. But the funny thing is this, these ppl i asked, could actually just hangout with the other friend of mine. Why izzit this case? Cuz im not popular? Or not someone who can talk with? most probably ba...i guess no one really likes me cuz of who i am. I felt i've no best friend...
At work, life is very hectic in the office. You'll have to rush to get things done. And job is NEVER done! Just imagine that u've just finished this particular document and the next moment the boss will ask u to update the same document again for afew times before its finally confirmed. It's hell man!
At home,everyday, i have to keep a look out on my grandma, esp at night, i've to be extra alert cuz she will have difficulty in breathing when she's slping. I also have to organize her medi properly everyday before i set off to work, and came back from work. This has became a routine in life and also fear...
Haiz...life is so stressed up and so lonely...just how long can i hang on?

I killed a Hollow at 3/31/2009

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