Genevieve's

I am afraid of being alone.
I am afraid of being outcasted.
I am afraid of being neglected.
I hate to be alone.
I hate to be outcasted.
I hate to be neglected.

I hate to cry. But i cry over small things every month, and cried the moment i reach home today.

I hate to think too much. But i thought through alot of things on my way home, on my way everywhere.

Today wasn't my day. So many things that happen at work and after work today almost made me cry. I can't help it but allow thoughts of everything to keep flowing through my mind. It made me wanted to cry, but i can't. I had to tolerate, and it felt so bad i just exploded the moment i reach home and cried to my dad without telling him why. It did help a little, but there's still so much tightly packed in my chest, no one there for me to let out. The only one i'm comfortable telling everything to is yet never there. Its really very tiring living that i really dontknow if i'm lucky or unlucky to be born into this world.

Sigh.