you know when things really suck? when no one knows they do. i think that's when things are the suckiest.

for example...i can complain and complain about how sickeningly terrible my life is, that just means it's bad. but it's usually the things i don't mention that bother me the most. maybe it's the very fact that i don't talk about these stuff that makes it worse. but i don't think it is. it's more like even if i were to say, people probably won't understand or misinterpret.

and now it's worse because i rarely get to talk to people i can talk to. so, the solution? i talk to myself. am i going insane? perhaps. emo as it may sound, i still realise i don't know a few of the people that i thought i knew but i shouldn't be that surprised since i realise i don't even know myself.

i need to take a break. people tire me. i tire myself. but i don't have the luxury of time.
to put it short...心情不好, 没人知道.