Everyday something ends in my life.
And everything makes me realise something about myself.
That used to make me feel a certain way.
I am learning, learning to like and accept myself.
Have to get by, get by, get by sorrow. Greed.

So what if you don't see it.
So what if you lie and refuse to tell me to my face.
So what.
It doesn't really matter in the end.
We are not meant to be.

Okay I know this post is supposed to be conveying a clear message and all.
And I am supposed to be liking myself and all.
But uhm my ineptness at writing is really really bothering me.
Oh and my hair.
And lack of skills in everything.

to prove I am not ageist, am posting up happy sappy mature people randomly! :D

& I have decided to keep up with the times and activate twitter.

Hm, will also embrace different cultures, save a president, solve some third world problems while savouring what is possibly my last ever holidays this year.