i cant exactly rmbed what hasor had happened butthe situation now is that. me here is suffering from some physocological thing. am aking medicine and it seem that my migrane has gotten worst.
its better now. better than the past few days. thanks to those who have supported me through.
because of all these rubbish, i thought of holding back this relationship of mine. decide to stop sch for a sem. and decide to find the supposed meaning and happiness in life.
i guess i have to admitted that here i am as a stressful person with pessimistic personality, i have to move on w life thinking positively and being brave. the medication helps. at least i less emotional. think lesser abt the death and health. and when the dosage steps up this fri, think it will be much better.
i am still learning..
today marks the start of year 3 -- my last year. next year this time, i have started the next chapter of my life and yup handling things in a very different manner. thinking of this make me headache. then, i have less control over my life. the fact that studying seems much enjoyable is cos we dun have the so called boss to answer to. we jus have to answer to ourselves. life goes on..
i dunno how shld things move on. but i guess i better stop thinjkingthat much. i cant leh.. a lotof things sure whirl through my mind repeatedly. this is came anxiety and second degree depression. i hope i can get over it. fast but forever.
dear assured me to move on. i shld believe him isnt it. he is off for his orientation week and its a semi camp so he will only be back home on tues and fri. hope he is fine there and have fun. he wanted me to be strong, jus like how my parents wants me to. i smiled lesser. emo-ed myself out easily recently. these arent bringing benefits to others. and worst, making me terrible.
i will slowly move out of it. at least i hope. the doc say give myself 3 months. i have to. the shelf on the outside tell others that i am ok. but deep in the tunnel, within me, it gloomy and dark. messy and confusing. i got to be braver. i have the fear and the phobia.
i decided to move on w my sch. make it thru. i am a little confused as to how to continue. but nevertheless, i am still here. standing and hoping things are fine.
i cant exactly rmbed what hasor had happened butthe situation now is that. me here is suffering from some physocological thing. am aking medicine and it seem that my migrane has gotten worst.
its better now. better than the past few days. thanks to those who have supported me through.
because of all these rubbish, i thought of holding back this relationship of mine. decide to stop sch for a sem. and decide to find the supposed meaning and happiness in life.
i guess i have to admitted that here i am as a stressful person with pessimistic personality, i have to move on w life thinking positively and being brave. the medication helps. at least i less emotional. think lesser abt the death and health. and when the dosage steps up this fri, think it will be much better.
i am still learning..
today marks the start of year 3 -- my last year. next year this time, i have started the next chapter of my life and yup handling things in a very different manner. thinking of this make me headache. then, i have less control over my life. the fact that studying seems much enjoyable is cos we dun have the so called boss to answer to. we jus have to answer to ourselves. life goes on..
i dunno how shld things move on. but i guess i better stop thinjkingthat much. i cant leh.. a lotof things sure whirl through my mind repeatedly. this is came anxiety and second degree depression. i hope i can get over it. fast but forever.
dear assured me to move on. i shld believe him isnt it. he is off for his orientation week and its a semi camp so he will only be back home on tues and fri. hope he is fine there and have fun. he wanted me to be strong, jus like how my parents wants me to. i smiled lesser. emo-ed myself out easily recently. these arent bringing benefits to others. and worst, making me terrible.
i will slowly move out of it. at least i hope. the doc say give myself 3 months. i have to. the shelf on the outside tell others that i am ok. but deep in the tunnel, within me, it gloomy and dark. messy and confusing. i got to be braver. i have the fear and the phobia.
i decided to move on w my sch. make it thru. i am a little confused as to how to continue. but nevertheless, i am still here. standing and hoping things are fine.
Pamela a simple 'yet not really so' girl
21 going 22
NTU(accountancy)graduate brand new in the the working world
loves being loved
loads of nonsense full of craps
aims to achieve the best
wanna achieve all her dreams big and little
