I'm not sure, for how long, I will be keeping this blog private. It seems kinda frustrating talking to myself all day. But I just feel like isolating myself from the rest of the world because everyone just seems to piss me off.
I can't, no matter how hard I try, seem to be rid of this ' I-am-unhappy-but-I-am-not-sure-why' feeling. It sucks, you know? Like I never have the mood for anything, nor for anyone. Staying home makes me bored but going out makes me feel sick.
Maybe, I really am sick. And anyway, there isn't anyone to go out with so it's like, my whole life before the exams were like starbucks ballet. Now it's just training, ballet and minus the starbucks. Shite. It's been reallyy long since I last saw Mr Corbin. But I'm sure he doens't even care so I should just stop this whole craze over him because there's always two sides and it's stupid to be on the 'I-am-the-one-who-cares-side'.
Saying I don't care makes us seem like primary two. But honestly, I really don't care. Not about you, nor the rest of the world. All I want to care about is myself. Because once upon a time, when I actually did care for others more than I cared for myself, I received nothing but a wounded truth of what this world really is. No one cares, not for you. You're on your own in this world and only the strongest will be victorious. A lesson learnt, is a knowledge lost.
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.