I'm so tired. Tired of sitting around, wasting my life. Tired of going around, making a fool out of myself. I'm reminded of what Brando once said about me. Something that is really true and makes me find myself irksome now. Sigh. Why do I like to find trouble for myself.. I think somewhere within the next few weeks, I'll just break down and get all disorientated.

I feel so unmotivated. In everything that I am doing now. It's like I suddenly got lost again while attempting to find the path that I should be on. I think sooner or later, I'll just close up in my shell again. Put up another mask to face this world.