.the dark room
.haunted past
+..all cried out..+ . [4:16 PM
November 29, 2004
I'm not as detached as I thought I was. I fooled myself into thinking that if I didn't care about people's feelings and just hardened my heart, my life would be better. You're right, this is a coward's way out. But you know what, being brave means loving a shadow. Being brave means being alone. And I don't wanna be alone. I want someone to care for me. To baby me. And since *he can't do that, I'm searching for substitutes.
Just came back from town. Kino-ed with Dad. Bought like 300 bucks worth of books -faints- I haven't bought books in months. Dad was like laughing at me, saying that I would never finish everything :\ I got this book on psych! Man, it rocks. And I just realized that my interests lie in things and subjects that are not practical in Singapore at all. Psych, Political Science, Sociology. My dad thinks I'm nuts. I think I am too. But at least that's more interesting than numbers, figures, and what not. Oh wells. I've postponed my decision to March.
./Spinning :: Thinking Over - Dana Glover