I used to be a worrywart. I worry about balloons flying away even when they are wound around my wrist on strings.

I don't think much has changed since I have grown up.. still a worrywart, more than ever. Think too much.

It doesn't happen often..

But it's one of those nights when I feel scarily , painfully alone.. and I am hanging onto every sms from friends like a life thread, going on a random site to seek attention.. just to give me validation for this existence and distract me a little from the painful loneliness..

So so alone.. wanna hug myself but even my arms are cold..

I need to peace out.

Just Stop Thinking.

I hate it when my mind is in this obsessing drive, especially when subject of obsession isn't worth a damn minute of the obsessing.

Chin up Ling.

You know you are better than this.

On the other side of the coin, perhaps I just need to trivialize this situation.

No Big Deal.

Really?

Quote of the Day: “Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious...” Michael Stipe

I am my worst enemy, best motivator, worst nemesis, best advisor..