as each day passes, as each memory we have starts to fade, as each of us move on with our life. how many of us are happy?
i've said that i dont want to think or care about it anymore. but, it is still me life isnt it? how can one not think abt their own life? is it even my life i'm living? who is this person named ng li min rebecca? she's like a stranger to me. i dont know her. i dont understand her. i dont know for whom she's living for. i dont know anything anymore. and, there is nothing i can do about it. for in her life, its always what others want or dont want. not what she wants and dont want.
perhaps i'll always be the one first forgotten, first neglected, first left out. for i'm the most insignificant part of anyone's life. if i just disappeared, with my five fingers in one hand, i think its more than enough to count the number of people who would go out and find me.
i'm tired. no matter how much sleep i get, no matter how much rest i get, i'm still tired. i'm really tired.
