But now, I feel the same way. I can relate to it. It's ironic really, I don't have time to sit down and enjoy these days, but really I am not awake. There are days when I feel lost.
in
translation.
It's fill in the blank.
There are shows that I wanna watch. There were Carmen and Rigoletto. There are wines that I want to try out. But the friends that I found, twenty one and below... stuff like that don't click.
There is this vortex of hello kitty and pots.
Or shopping. Go around mindboggling circle of noises.
I'm feeling complicated, I feel lonely but busy at the same time; big city syndrome. At least I can bitch in the depressing singapore. People are too happy here. I'm lost and need fresh air. I want to move out of this noisy place I'm staying in.
Blue morning, I wanna cry out very very loud, very very loud without anyone listening. I wanna cry for nobody, caused of nothing, I want to shed some tears for myself. Being as selfish as I could be and scream out for my existence's sake; not of self pity, but because of love. I love myself, and hurting now, let me cry for me.
Of course, no one would understand that.
PS: Buying a new blackberry today! Hehe...