yesterday i talk to a fren...basically he knows loads of me but i knew little of him...somehow what he told me about me gets me thinking when i should be thinking...irony rite...but thats me...he told me that i am a senstivite gal...if somebody is to say something about me in a positive or negative way, it will get me thinking...i will wonder y im like this and like dat...issit true that this happen..all sorts of question will just pop out of my mind...i can be hurt with just a remark pass to me...that shows how sensitive i am...haiz...i really hate it when somebody nows to well of me but on the other hand...it like a waking up call of my own emotions and who i really am...haiz....how i wish i could go somewhere quiet...somewhere i could let everything go....go and leave me in peace....haiz...