As my mind filter thru the days past, the memories and the dreams, I find myself thinking "What the hell am I thinking?! What the hell am I doing?!?!" I wish I knew the answers to these questions that kept re-playing over and over again in my head. Like a broken down clock that you can wind back but in reality time cannot be turned back......
Being asked to help with event planning is nice and I love to help whenever I can but there are times when you just wanna strangle people who refuses to give a definite reply. It's a shitty job and I'm the one they called to do it. It sucks even more when people last minute fly kite. The feeling you get is indescribable. Maybe I should stop helping people with all these planning and I should also stop planning gatherings/events. The irony behind it is that I keep saying it but in the end I'll still end up doing everything that I said I shouldn't do -.-|||
I don't know the answers and I don't know what to do. Who can read into my head and give me the answers that I seek?
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