i work because it seems to be the only tangible thing i can cling on to.
do i really like what i'm doing? or am i just trying to convince myself that it is so simply to make myself feel good?
does it matter anyway?
it's sad to think that i might be doing stuff just to "cope" with life. "cope", definitely not a word in my favorites list.
it's a wonder how you can really make your life looks so screwed up when you think about it.
it isn't that bad actually...just in the mood to complain. complain. complain.
i need a holiday. i need.