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Half of my day gone.
Drained. I have so much to do, yet i keep staring at my laptop not knowing what to do.
I'm losing my grip to do work and it sucks.
I'm suppose to go out on a movie with mama, but i just can't cause so many things to do, with so little time.
And i'm blogging. What shit is this?
The guilt of wanting to enjoy but you just have work, so, sitting at home makes it better.
Sidetrack, Beribu Sesalan is like in my head playing over and over again.
Addictive.


Right now, i honestly don't know if i'm at wrong for feeling this way. Feeling so irritated but sad at the same time.
I hate it when something happens and people just ignore the fact that i'm hurt, like nothing happened.
It might sound like it's just a small matter, but i don't like the feeling of not being acknowledge. I'm not here for no reason, so don't make me feel like i've been taken for granted.
Crap. I really don't feel like talking to anyone.
Don't feel like texting anyone.
Don't feel like answering any calls.
Period. For a couple of days.

Somehow, i just miss my old hair. Black and curly, just decent and innocent. I didn't know I've changed.