Last week was one of those really bad weeks that nothing seemed to have worked my way. It was a bad week. In fact, today didn't started out too well either.

I want to cry until my tears run out. I want to run away until I can't feel my legs moving. I want to sleep and never wake up. Oh wait. That's called dying, I don't want that. Scratch that. I want to scream until my lungs give in. I want to punch the wall until my hand starts bleeding so the only pain I could feel is physical.

But you know, since I'm sane enough to be thinking those stuff up, I decided to do the only sane thing to do. I sat down and thought about it, taking it all in and well, you know what, some people have it worse. They do. I had one bad week, some people don't even get to live another week. I believe that these things, all happen for a reason. Maybe even two.

I still have no idea what the reason(s) is/are, though.

To continue with the week's theme of losing, I decided to lose my long-ish hair. For all my life, people know me with short hair. And I have people asking me why I won't grow out my hair all the time. Well, Malaysia is a very warm country and I have a tendency to sweat, a lot. Then I got too lazy and busy to have it cut and it naturally grew long, -ish.

Those people who's been asking me why I won't grow my hair out then started commenting how my hair was (kinda) long now and when my next cut was going to be. First they tell me I should keep it, then they say I shouldn't. I really don't understand people. I really don't.

I had a fall out with my sister this morning. Things will probably never be the same again. Sometimes I hate being the younger sibling because you know what, no matter what you do, no matter what you try to make right, you're almost always never right. Even if you are. You're always on the wrong side of the argument. I admit that I was a pretty difficult kid growing up but you know, I've grown. I feel like I've grown. I know it. But when you're not given a chance, people won't ever get to see that.

That's why most criminals end up doing the same crime again and most drug addicts never recover. They were never given a chance to change. That's how I feel right now.

Ideas look so much better in my mind than it does in words. And for that reason, I'm going to stop here.

Hope this week will be good to me. And to you.

Have a great week people.