Thursday, June 15, 2006
absolutely had no time to skip training after going away, hadnt I?
something i'd like to ask myself all the time: for what? just seems that every little action must be coupled with a purpose, a goal, a target.
everything else for that matter, it would be a waste of my time.
and i find myself bounded by so many things that come by no meaning nor just. and why am i still doing them, i would ask again.
cause im waiting for my relief. someone to do these stuff for me. but no one's there.
oh, how i dread the mysteries of affection. easy to say, harder to perform. and im half-sick of doing it with a straight face.
i just need a break. a real one.