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It's like learning to fly.

Blame game

Sunday, April 10, 2011

This is one game in which whoever starts first, wins. Maybe it's just me, me not trying hard enough. I shouldn't be pointing fingers at you, you and you. Whenever I point at either one of you, 3 fingers are pointing towards myself. Does make me wonder, who's fault is it?

I've been having this conflicting mind. Just because I think differently, does it means that I'm wrong? Juggling between these thoughts, kills me.

I'm deprived of what I've already deprived.

I'm sad,

I'm sick,

I'm tired.

I want to cry. Any shoulder to spare for me to lean on?

Ps: Starbucks, KOI. Anyone?

-20 year old
-Out of Singapore Polytechnic
-Average school-going,homework-laden teenager

Note to Reader

^It may seems nothing particularly profound or insightful or provocative, but these are the things that I do in life.

^Amidst the normalcy of everyday life there are the moments that make you laugh, cry, smile, die a little inside or remember why life is worth the living. Other times life is mundane, boring, deeply frustrating for all the wrong reasons.

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