<!-- --><!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(http://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/697174003-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=12356745&amp;blogName=weitingg&amp;publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&amp;navbarType=SILVER&amp;layoutType=CLASSIC&amp;searchRoot=http://wweitingg.blogspot.com/search&amp;blogLocale=en_US&amp;homepageUrl=http://wweitingg.blogspot.com/&amp;vt=7220818021501120317" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" allowtransparency="true" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>




stories biography escapes archives




Hello, my name is weiting. my birthday falls on 18apr1990 and that makes me 19 for now. I love shopping and dressing up in my own style. Volleyball is the only sports i play for now. I hate eating all kinds of veggies

Screams


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com


Sunday, April 24, 2011
at this point of time i definitely do need a quiet place for me to pour out my thoughts. twitter and facebook? nah.

im not good at words. but you see the thing about me is that, i'm a really pessimistic person. i tend to feel inferior very often. especially at this point of situation. always very confident that im capable of handling my own emotions. but look at me now, i look as shitty as ever. i always believed i no longer need to mess up my man with all my bad feelings and emotions because the last thing i wanted is to stress him even further when he has enough problems to deal with.

its just a sudden realisation that i guess i think too highly of myself.

and now the future seems so bleak to me. i dare not think and imagine as much as before about my future. but i shall just pray. just pray.

but come to think of it. those hurtful words that i said. seems to make sense though, it seems that i didn't say it out of anger, it seems to be a fact. thats what hurts the most.

i dare not imagine of replacing that position that this person has stayed in their heart. i dare not think and fantasize that much anymore. bless me

weitingfam