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02.10.2004 Saturday afternoon @ 3:11 p.m. *Retribution* How can a locked diary become a source of a blow-up? Simple, when you're me. I guess I've been too paranoid. In fact, perhaps subconsciously I know I'm too paranoid. When I see colleagues talking and laughing, I wonder if I'm the subject of their laughter. When I don't hear from my loved ones, I wonder if they've forgotten about me. Yes, it also goes to show how insecure I am. Not like I never knew I'm not. Maybe it's just karma. How many times have I called my friends the past weeks? How many times have I bothered to drop them a line just to ask how they're doing? How many times have I talked to colleagues and sincerely asked about their well-being? What goes around comes around...I guess. |
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