well, everyone has their own secrets.
they hid all these in this little corner of their hearts, and never revealed to anyone else, not even the closest person to him/her.
and if you happen to ask sth abt it, all you get are politically right answers. answers that wont hurt or anything.
and i guess, these secrets are stories that will be kept to only they and themselves till the day they die.
random thoughts.
ahh, and as i look at others' friendster pics, i go like "ahhh, when's my turn?" when can i go overseas with my friends, hav a cool birthday celebration for my friends and the list goes on. i know i'm not alone, but there's always this feeling that i'm yah, alone. loneliness, you call it. there are so many things i wanna do, yet i cant follow my heart. restrictions, restrictions. basically the barrier is my parents, and the cause of all these is the lack of communication from the start. maybe it's the caning, the scoldings and the slappings i got when i was young. the fear. the terror. i'm always so afraid of them, though it may not seem to be the case on the surface. ahhh, nvm. i've always wanted to go on a trip with my friends, but i guess, it's hard to get ppl to go with me. maybe no one wants to go either. so probably, it's sth sooo unachievable for me.
and is low self esteem inborn? or isit just a consequence of a bruised ego?
bleahx. i guess i lack sincerity. sighs