Tiring Days .

written @ 11:22 am on 19.09.03

Yesterday I cried during the flute lesson. I juz cannot help feeling useless. How useless I am to be like that. Never have I been useful throughout my life, I suppose.

My eldest sister said I had enlarged the unhappiness, but I have no choice, I am a person like that.

It is really difficult to be a perfectionist, especially if you're not a hardworking person.

And that's what I am blaming and scolding myself.

Undeniably, I am a piece of shit too.

p.s. I am now in the jour. lab. I am damn busy with the comm. channel interview. Thanks everyone who has ever listened to my tears.

replay it once || play it now

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