ive been thinking the whole week and re-watched one of the seasons of sex and the city.
i have to admit that i've become one of those irritating people who are always whining abt what a shithole their lives are simply because i refuse to see the good things there are in it. im still brilliant at dishing out sound advice to others yet i cant figure out what to tell myself.
i have to admit that im not one who's easily contented;
i have people who truly care abt me yet i have this urge to shun them and make them flee.
i have to admit ive become one of those people who dont know what they want anymore.
right now im living in ghost town where i cant acknowledge my ghost, cant confront him and cant send him away.