high pitched voice in my head

stupid blogger has new facelift and stuff.

but here's a new post :

sitting in that room, i feel suffocated.

the room has no windows and it was like sitting with a bunch of 'teen moms' or '16 and pregnant'

it was like listening to a bunch of mothers comparing their lives, kids and husbands. and all of them are having mid-life crisis.

not menopause. just mid-life crisis.

and the boys are boys but with no standard at all. extremely childish, to make it worse.

and there i was, stuck and not be able to do anything. only to have the voices in my head.

or maybe it's just me and my agoraphobia.






no, im sure its them.

people won't mind

the idea of ranting outrageously to numbers of strangers

makes me happy.

and i find this kinda happiness in twitter

yes.

cause they kinda like reading through their timeline

and come across mine and like

"who cares?"

and for that, i would say

"exactly!"