joanne dropped by my place earlier on, after her work.

man, shes really in a mess.

i struggled to tell her the truth, but she needs to hear it anyhow.

she will be fine, i believed that.

my expression literally tells everything;

i needed some kind of help.

come to a point that i cant even judge whats white/black.

pardon me for not voicing out, i needed the opposite sex for advice.

its just, the confirmation that i need.

why the shit do i even need that?

perhaps it just makes me feel better that hey, i didnt make this decision myself.

perhaps i can no longer tolerate that such shit sparkle off from me,

myself.

crap, this just isn't me.

f.

continue later, need to lie on bed now.