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Sunday, August 10, 2008
Stressed. Studies has ruled me now. Eating alot to release my stress. I dont know whether i'd have the strength to last. I wanna think about the things that matter. Sometimes i wish i was a robot. Stiff to the heart. I'm falling sick often. Vulnerable.All i need is the air i breathe.Maybe everyone is broken silently inside.Or maybe its just me.
