I have been avoiding my previous life so long that writing this right now is giving me a jolt(anxiety). Flashbacks of a life once lost.
Well, again, the only reason i'm here is cause i feel alone and yeah i'm pretty damn bored, nothing to do, alone, whatever. Things have been pretty good. hm...
True i stil hav my bipolar disorder freak outs every now and again but i have been working through them -cigarattes as remedy, and even more impressive, i hav been supressing the more trivial/meaningles episodes. But today, i wanted to run away...
To explain this, i have ch00sen to be as vague as i could, just to avoid pleasing the certain people that thrive/imbedded well on other people's misery... What best i could do is name this post "Dog".
It is the name to the way i feel(not really true, but quite true :P) and the life i refuse to lead.
I reckon it just hurts when i have done the best at becoming a new me/life/style/person/anything-that-it-has-to-be, plus having a whole new border of mind only to worry if around ppl me are the same as they were before me (perhaps chocolate lover? dotA players? rofl~) or are they on a new page of the story like i am.
I guess im selfish, seasonal(i dont agree, but someone said it is), but i had done the best to care for it.
I promise.. this will be the only-other than the early intro post, and last post for my blog. Coz i dun like to post and blogging. its all becoz of Bosan, its driving me crazy.