THE bum’s hEre

too many things happened. a wee bit too much for me to handle. especially when it comes to the handling of an emotional outbreak… which, *sigh* has been happening a lot lately.

im sad. as in, literally *sob sob, wah wah, sigh, sigh*

the hols hasn’t been entirely horrible for me. i had some treasured moments dat r unforgettable :)…..yet… im still insecure. guess im still the same old hannah. i can never be secured, be happy wif who i am. i ask for too much, i ‘hope’ for too much. its the same thing like the previous post isn’t it. stuff happens. unacceptable, shocking stuff happens. n i still dun like it one bit.

i dun understand ‘going wif the flow’ in life. wat ‘flow’ is there? everything’s rough. n i mean, EVERYTHING. nothing goes one way. there’s too many bumps n hard, rough, edgy rocks in this life/river/stream/wateva of mine. gimme a break. plz. im not a very strong person mentally/ physically/ spiritually. i can’t take all big things. n who the heck thought up of this stupid phrase. either he’s immortal or …he’s just stupid.

i need a life. desperately.

n i still hate ugly surprises. u know the ones wif really nice, neat wrappings n when u open them u find something nice but look carefully again, n uh oh…

”dear (somebody else’s name#)

happy birthday!

love, (#)”

obviously erased, but not a good job i suppose. n a card perched right on top of the attempted-to erase business, trying to cleverly (or not so cleverly) hide the writing.

gosh, i’ve been getting a lot of these lately, n trust me..its nowhere close to my birthday yet. better still, it comes in so many diff shapes n sizes. how utterly delightlful.

Allah help me.