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Friday, January 19, 2007


i'm really incapable.
i dont need a good testimonial, or rather, i'm not worth having it.
but there's no turning back.
no second chance.
i'm really not made to do all these things.
i'm not a leader material.

this is the 8974523423842985th time. i've wasted enough tissues.
i run away, escape from all the duties and responsibilities expected from me.
every time this issue is raised, i feel worse and the more i feel like walking away.
i knew i couldnt take all these.
i dont care if people look down on me anymore
i dont mind doing 2957897897898 things just for this mistake.

.....too late now.


still, thankyou to all who offered help.

Ytienkwan waved at 8:51 pm