Going out of my mind.

I wish people would just TALK. TO. ME.

I'm the type who doesn't probe, doesn't ask. I expect you to come to me if you have any problems or you need someone. I'll be here for you, a thousand percent.

If you don't come to me, I'd assume you don't think I'm the right person to talk to about your problems, so I'LL GO FAR FAR FAR AWAY.

Never doubt my sincerity. Once people decide to lean on me, I do my best. I'd give you everything I can - support, a listening ear, tissues. Whatever. You. Need.

Why do people just- ARGH!! TALK TO ME GODDAMMIT.

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Spontaneous plans popping in my head on bus 186. Typical. I always think a lot on that 30 minutes bus ride home.

Dance lessons. Not ballroom, lol. I want something energetic, something upbeat, something that will make me sweat and overwhelm me. Ballroom touches my heart, but I want a different tempo.

I tell myself that the purpose would be to build my confidence. I don't know whether that is true or not.

Yoga? Cooking? PIANO?

Find a goddamn job. The tuition centre hasn't contacted me so I'm thinking I'm out of the game ._. May want to ask around and score a lobang, but would be pretty difficult since I'd be available for less than a month. I have half a mind to go back to Aviva, but.. -_-

Outings? Overseas trips? Too late notice though.

Write something complete. I'm forever starting on something then giving up a few paragraphs into it.

Keep busy!

Read up on stage lights for blackbox productions.

Study next sem's materials, maybe?

Gosh.

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I crave action all of a sudden.

Lazing around too much is not good.

But purposely looking for action is not good either.

Neither here nor there.

Let's end this here.