sometimes i really don't know why i bother at all.

been soaking my pillow wet lately with tears.

this is the umpteenth time i am announcing this: i am really weary of all these trials and tribulations. tired of fearing; of crying; of waking up to uncertainty everyday. it's not like anyone can understand or care what i am going thru...

all i need is a listening ear. which in the 1st place is extremely hard to find. i just wish someone will just listen to me not talk. but just sit with me and listen to the silence. listening doesn't include verbalisation. as long as 2 pple don't feel the awkwardness of silence, that is true friendship. somehow i think i have lost this feeling over the years.