She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
Things were/are very *insertwordhere*. When the hysterical hyper treatment did not work, I tried camwhoring, drawing, cleaning (Yes, cleaning! *shudders*). That worked for a tiny while but once the 'stuffs' peeked its way out of its hiding place, the other stuffs followed suit. Worst idea ever! Everything came tumbling and started to bury me. My head was still where it was supposed to be for most of the time. But before I knew it, it drowned me.
I guess things were awfully bad.
'Cause daddums gave me his "Why?" twice. I managed to wiggle out the first one but failed the second. So, I told him. I couldn't let everything out though. I gave him the typical reason and even that created a sizeable tear fest. He is the best therapist an aspiring psychologist could have. =)
I'm still in there but I'm slowly tip-toeing my way out and hopefully the 'stuffs' don't hear me. *takes off shoes and crosses fingers*
Why is it so hard to still be happy when you're at your worst? This makes me want to salute those who have mastered this really great and not to mention useful skill. Unfortunately for me, the face is the biggest giveaway. I'm still working on a facade and I sure as hell hope it materializes soon. It really had better!
Then, this blog can be the happy-happy place it should be.