it's painful when you ask for help and your cries are left unanswered. it's even more painful when your cries are unanswered by the ones who told you that you could ask for help when you need it.
you have the feeling that you are left in the dumps by whoever landed you in this and worse still, you probably brought it all upon yourself. that's the feeling i get.. i know. i should stop rambling and get down to it. trust me, i'm doing that already. i just still need to let all the foul things out.
i have a whole tomorrow planned out in front of me to tie up all the loose ends and say goodbye to this helluva whirlpool. oh i can hardly wait baby. i have my lines prepared... i have it all planned. hahaa...
well well.. let's swipe that foul mood and move on to something else.
what do you do when you drop your wallet with your ic and two hundred bucks in it?
well.. for me? i freaked out. MAJORLY. lolz... i dropped it at the bus stop yesterday and god.... now i know how it feels like when you want to cry but your tears CAN'T come out. trust me it hurts badly. i rang up alexis telling her i'm stuck in the middle of singapore... stopped a bus to get the number to call to Jurong East interchange... and just when i was about to give up and actually kill myself... a maid came to me...
is this your wallet?
I'VE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING BETTER IN MY LIFE.
not even when my oppa says i love you... lolz.. oops.
listening to: shinhwa -- brand new
whatever you want here
