It happens on a daily basis now. Everyday, every single day, I've got more than one thing to handle, it's from anything to everything, and no, I do not enjoy it.
I once enjoyed the prospect of having responsibilities 'bestowed' onto me as I used to see it as a sign of maturity. A good thing. A positive sign.
But now, I am not so sure anymore. Some things, yes, I enjoy doing them, upon achieving them, I have this sense of accomplishment which makes me happy and sometimes, proud even. Some things on the other hand, I just don't enjoy.
I hate it when people say one thing and do another. I hate it when something was agreed upon and changed without my acknowledgment. I hate it when people make plans without informing the people involved and then say: "I thought I told you." *with a very innocent face*
One word. Intolerable.
I like attention. As most of my friends would already know. But I hate it when I get the attention for the wrong reasons, like say perhaps, when one walks into class late and everyone stares at you. That's not the attention I want.
*my mom just busted my credit card bills which I have been trying to hide* *oh oo*
Anyway, coming back to what I was saying. I like attention. The good type of attention. Once I get a certain amount of a certain good type of attention, I either would demand for more of it or I would settle for whatever steady amount I can get. But if the amount fluctuates, I get mad. Like literally.
Little amounts of the unwanted attention is still, acceptable. But when I get a huge load of the unwanted type of attention, I freak out and I get scared and I avoid.
So sometimes, I don't really know what is it that I want. Which is the exact same issue I have with this post.
Aiyah, let's just see it as me letting out some sore feelings a.k.a complaints lah.
This is such a cute photo, which leads me to hope for.....a better day tomorrow.
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