Smiling
Mandrake says I always sound high (hur hur drinks or no drinks alike). Am I really that chirpy girl that others see me to be? Or is it that many people (other than Marycherry) have not really seen the other side of me?
5 years back, it was foolish self-multilation. Awful scars it left me with, especially on the thighs. (Sobs, I have got no nice legs).
These days, I opt to mental block such upsets by sweating it out running, auto pilot fagging or bottomming down.
Schizo I am. Still recalled how I was so distressed by the mere thought of collecting my O level results that I went to Bits and Pieces at Wisma and got my ears pierced before returning to school. Silly me firmly believed in how pain can temporally relieve the stress levels.
Not that I've grown any much wiser of late, still doing irrational things on the spur of moment, like the tongue piercing, the 'm' tattoo on my right hip, and adding people on friendster when I am high. FF enjoyed that classic piece of my drunken blogging. Speaking of her, I no quite like the blog sitter's style of writing. Missed FF's sarcastic online mannerisms.
I hardly break down and cry because its a waste of my tears.
So when I really do so, something or someone must have really hurt or stung me badly.
Otherwise, what you would see is usually a nice bright smile that I imposed upon myself to show the whole world. No one is supposed to know I am actually the brooding sort. ;)
5 years back, it was foolish self-multilation. Awful scars it left me with, especially on the thighs. (Sobs, I have got no nice legs).
These days, I opt to mental block such upsets by sweating it out running, auto pilot fagging or bottomming down.
Schizo I am. Still recalled how I was so distressed by the mere thought of collecting my O level results that I went to Bits and Pieces at Wisma and got my ears pierced before returning to school. Silly me firmly believed in how pain can temporally relieve the stress levels.
Not that I've grown any much wiser of late, still doing irrational things on the spur of moment, like the tongue piercing, the 'm' tattoo on my right hip, and adding people on friendster when I am high. FF enjoyed that classic piece of my drunken blogging. Speaking of her, I no quite like the blog sitter's style of writing. Missed FF's sarcastic online mannerisms.
I hardly break down and cry because its a waste of my tears.
So when I really do so, something or someone must have really hurt or stung me badly.
Otherwise, what you would see is usually a nice bright smile that I imposed upon myself to show the whole world. No one is supposed to know I am actually the brooding sort. ;)
posted by Sheena at 12:38 PM
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These days, I opt to mental block such upsets by sweating it out running, auto pilot fagging or bottomming down.
My preferred choice of mental block is bottoming down, coupled with chain fagging. Does wonders to your stress level, though only momentarily when you have to face reality. Sighsw
These days, I opt to mental block such upsets by sweating it out running, auto pilot fagging or bottomming down.
My preferred choice of mental block is bottoming down, coupled with chain fagging. Does wonders to your stress level, though only momentarily when you have to face reality. Sighsw
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