So many things have happened. I'm too tired. I don't want to seem weak. I don't want to be weak. But maybe I overestimate myself.

I'll never see Serangoon Ah Ma anymore. Though I know this quite some time ago, but it always creep back into my heart on cold and dark nights like this.

Where are the people I thought who cared about me? Or maybe I never had one to begin with. I don't believe in perfect information. I don't believe in all this crap. All I know is, no matter how you deny, a fact is a fact. You may say I think too much, you may think I'm crazy. But I know that no matter how hard I try to be nonchalant about it, on nights like this, it will get to me. I've got no where to run. No one to run to.

But seriously, who can understand and sympathise with me? I don't think anyone can. To others, I'm always the girl who thinks too much, feels too much and cares too much. I'm the girl with low self-confidence. I'm the girl who cares a lot about how others view me. I'm the girl who is not important in anyone's life.

I feel like banging my head on the wall. At times like this, I wish I can teleport back home and run away.