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I think I'm at it again. To make it worse, I'm feeling sick.
As of now, I'm just writing on and on and on without any idea where this blog post is going to. I guess I can call this freedom writing. As of now, I'm actually having my forehead on the table and typing or lashing out at the keyboard at whatever that comes into my mind.
I don't know. Seems that everything's going all the way to the trash. I can't really call this a bad luck. Just... meh.
Ever felt unappreciated? I think I just mentioned this the last post. But I guess it just keeps coming back over and over again.
I feel like, something comparable to an instant noodle. Only eaten when needed, when you don't need it, you just stash it aside, for some rainy day where you'll need it again.
That kind of feeling really sucked. Its just the old things repeating over and over again. When they need you, they come looking for you, when they don't, they kick you aside like you didn't matter.
Its just feels fucked up.
Worse of all. It seems that everyone else can replace this 'friend' you are.
And its just funny, how easily others seem to be able to replace you; how much effort they've put in compared to you, how much different and how much you really gave a damn.
I guess in the eyes of the beholder, it varies. And Wayne is always the zimbabwe dollar.
Whatever it is. I think I've given up on everything.
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I'd ask myself, what kind of person am I? Because honestly, if I don't know myself.
Whatever it is. Let it all out.