I've been contemplating on what im gonna do for this next two months. Every minute now seems vital as im growing balder on the back of my head. Everyday the patch is spreading. But one thing good, and is not bad, that is growing, is my confidence. Having grown up with confidence as much as wild elephants living in jungles in Malaysia, its only fair. Sarcasm aside, I'm actually gonna work on my love life and bow out a happy, loved woman. Im not so good in articulating my feelings to someone so I gotta improve. Thoughts, i'm gonna. I grew up not knowing what i wanna be. Its still an ongoing problem. But not anymore. Not in two months time, it wont. Because of the fact that i have such a short time tells me what i really want. I always lose in the affection battle. My wanting to dream of it happening, rather than making it actually happen, always wins. Its an arcane aberration. And as frustrating as it is, not just to me but also to the affected party, i couldnt do anything. E...