Where did c and f go?

I'm more dependent than you think.

Are you socially awkward? Are you the most self-oblivious person in the whole planet? Considering the number of times you check yourself out in the mirror... this degree of self oblivion is appalling.

Do you have the power of making everybody frustrated? Are you the most MIA person I've known? Do you possess the lowest of the lowest EQs? Do you have zero sensitivity?

Do you blow your top when you have a bad day? Why this double standard? When you have bad days your body language says things that are far worse. Or most of the time you're not even around for everybody to judge you.

Do you not have a vision? Do you contribute zero to morale, and do you communicate in the most inefficient of ways?

Do you even realize what in the world you are doing/ insinuating? Your reasoning is so warped, man.

You can't make everyone happy. But somehow so many more people are unhappy with you than not.

Reuben said my barriers would be high after gross misjudgments. You bet.

I know I'm doing something wrong here, and it makes me really uncomfortable. The secrecy, the weird looks. The opportunity cost is too high.

I'm not afraid of being judged by people I don't know, or by people who don't matter to me. But when people close to me do it, I fall apart.

Pet peeve:

Leaving the party at 1145 pm - 12 am, after the last train leaves and before the midnight surcharge, and paying 10 times more the price of taking public transport

If I'm going through all this so someone else can function properly, I'd feel much better.

Things I must treasure now, and forever and ever always:
1. Showering all my body parts
2. Blinking
3. Wearing covered shoes

You only know happiness when you've been through misery. This is one lesson that never fails to strike me hard, more so than ever now.

Ever had the feeling of checking your handphone for someone's message every 2 minutes?

One day, I'll look back on this smattering of posts about the same damn thing, and laugh at myself for being such a fool.

I feel the stress starting all over again.

So much for my holiday.

I really hate the way expectations always get the better of me.

To think I was imagining myself waiting at Starbucks, doing my homework and thoughtfully sipping a cup of tea. How ridiculously funny. I even brought! Haha I'm so absurd.

Maybe I really can't handle this, maybe we're really too different. Maybe I just don't matter to you. Perhaps that will explain why you haven't called, returned my call or responded to my requests to meet.

I feel so disgustingly desperate.

Choices. CHOICES.

Why can't I just keep my mouth shut sometimes?