I wana kill myself part 2
Well.....let's see, let's talk abou what is it about life that I so much so hate it and all. And this is also partially if not fully the reason behind why this blog has a name called lost-in-facades.....You don't ned to read this if you don't have the time....it's not important.....caz I feel like every now and then or it's just a too familiar feeling.
Well, ever since I could remember, I never had much friends in school, especailly in my class and it has only improved by a tiny tiny tiny bit in JC. Well, the reason behind it, I think, is that I am av overly self-concious person. I am always worried and mindful about what would pepople make of me if I were to say something or do something. Therefore, I am not the kind that opens up easy or should I say make friends very quickly and easily with people. That's why there comes the reason facades. I often think and remind those around me when they make a certain comment trying to guess or hint that they know me well, that I may very well not be the person that you are seeing. Be mindful that I am not out to cheat anyone but do you remeber that I ever mention that one behaves differently in different enviroments? Perheps it's a survival trick or maybe it is just natural that you don't treat everyone exactly the same in terms of the kindness and stuff. therefore, I also concluded that I was lost in facades and I believe that many people out there are. After trying to please everone with your different facades. do you still know who is the real you without any mask? Maybe, maybe not.
Then there is another thing that I really hate about myself. I have a very huge problem bout sharing my thoughts and stuff, in other words, I have a serious communication problem. I often have a million and one things going on in my head, I would comment to myself how you should think about something etc. But when you are asked to say it all out, you kind of can't say anything although your mind is still actively thinking. You end up saying a short very short summary of it and what's more is that most of the time, the answers still has some level of fakeness. Then there are also times whereby all this mental talk in your head won't stop. Frankly, it's all these little things that make my life such a torture, its a torture when your mind thinks too much. it's also anouther torture if you got part of your mind trying to challenge the other half about come things. It is all these fustrations that I sometimes think that I wonlt be very surprise if I die of some form of commiting suside or go carzy becaus I am really trying to drive myself up the wall at times. How I wish there is such a thing as a brain wash. then perheps i won't need to trouble about somethings that were, somethings that are and somethings that will be. That is also why sometimes I think that I would have been a more happier person if I am more stpid or more care-less. But sadly I am not. That's why I live this life in agony most of the time.
Well, ever since I could remember, I never had much friends in school, especailly in my class and it has only improved by a tiny tiny tiny bit in JC. Well, the reason behind it, I think, is that I am av overly self-concious person. I am always worried and mindful about what would pepople make of me if I were to say something or do something. Therefore, I am not the kind that opens up easy or should I say make friends very quickly and easily with people. That's why there comes the reason facades. I often think and remind those around me when they make a certain comment trying to guess or hint that they know me well, that I may very well not be the person that you are seeing. Be mindful that I am not out to cheat anyone but do you remeber that I ever mention that one behaves differently in different enviroments? Perheps it's a survival trick or maybe it is just natural that you don't treat everyone exactly the same in terms of the kindness and stuff. therefore, I also concluded that I was lost in facades and I believe that many people out there are. After trying to please everone with your different facades. do you still know who is the real you without any mask? Maybe, maybe not.
Then there is another thing that I really hate about myself. I have a very huge problem bout sharing my thoughts and stuff, in other words, I have a serious communication problem. I often have a million and one things going on in my head, I would comment to myself how you should think about something etc. But when you are asked to say it all out, you kind of can't say anything although your mind is still actively thinking. You end up saying a short very short summary of it and what's more is that most of the time, the answers still has some level of fakeness. Then there are also times whereby all this mental talk in your head won't stop. Frankly, it's all these little things that make my life such a torture, its a torture when your mind thinks too much. it's also anouther torture if you got part of your mind trying to challenge the other half about come things. It is all these fustrations that I sometimes think that I wonlt be very surprise if I die of some form of commiting suside or go carzy becaus I am really trying to drive myself up the wall at times. How I wish there is such a thing as a brain wash. then perheps i won't need to trouble about somethings that were, somethings that are and somethings that will be. That is also why sometimes I think that I would have been a more happier person if I am more stpid or more care-less. But sadly I am not. That's why I live this life in agony most of the time.