My Diary 2003

Yesterday is History, Tommorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, Thats why we call it the Present

Friday, May 04, 2007

Boredom...

So many things in my mind.. but speechless…

Getting muddled.. getting a tingle of frustration…

The time is just so bad.. so very bad..

I seem to be keeping a lot a lot of things to myself

Maybe for fear of hurting anyone.. only myself

It never rains… but it pours…

The decision is always hard to make

Or else it is not called decision…

The holidays are passing by in a flash…

It stinks

I hate it

How can I make life a meaningful, fulfilling one?

I look happy

I seem happy

But deep inside

It is only emptiness and blank

What is right

What is wrong

What is impossible

It all seems upside down…

Sigh