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trosaa


I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.


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Broken Arrow
Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I've been hooked to listening to Pixie Lott's new hit, it stays in my head like an addiction. How weird.

Things in my life have been very crazy. Everyone's moving on with their life, everyone's still pacing up, but I cannot keep up with it. I need some sort of certainty that I'll be okay, and that things will work out fine in my life.

I might be moving to Australia next year, for real this time. Although no visa in hand, I cannot claim a confirmation, but yes, it's so serious that I feel that it's so near, and I cannot fight it. I am afraid of so many things. I'm afraid of starting all over again, though yes it might be a good thing sometimes. However, it breaks my heart so bad when I think of leaving Singapore, somewhere I spent most of my life growing up and learning about life. And then it comes the people I've been with, I stick with them, and in my heart, I'm stuck. I hate leaving, especially leaving something I hold dearly in my heart. And what about him?

Sometimes when I think about how I stress myself out with all these, I ask myself: "Am I too young to feel this old?" I just turned 18, yet, I'm feeling like I'm at a crossroad where no ends meet, and who am I to say I've learnt enough about life? Seriously, maybe at times I think I do, but right now, I have no idea what is all this. I have no idea why I'm questioning about life, about love, about what I want in life. Oh fuck me.


"What do you when you found the right one, at the wrong time?"