LiFe
Sunday, January 15, 2006
[ last edited by *celly on 10:19 PM ]
10:19 PM



moody i am, over things i don't exactly know what they are. I just feel moody. Perhaps it's just sheer tiredness, or just PMS, but whatever it is, I feel like a clown. Meant only for entertainment, highly disregarded. Behind the plastered grin lies tears of unhappiness and sadness that no one knows or understand. "Why don't you let others understand?" It's just too troublesome. Moreover, i don't want others to know. Revealing things is a chore, what more you can't tell those you can trust from those you can't. Better to build a fortress to contain those things than to risk having it poured out like water to every corner of the ground. Things aren't as simple as they seem. Facades are much easier to mantain- only constant practices of the smile is needed. The truth requires courage and boldness, of which i lack, despite looking like im filled to the brim with it.