Seether said Fine Again.


Little things, how I tap finger against my thumb every time I walk out in public, how I assemble my things so it fit in a bag or trolley, how its look like when I change your expression because I am trying, very, to avoid biting my nail and all of the sudden I just damn don’t care with the rest of the things that happen on the earth for few sec, that had me hit anyone else’s foot by accident when I walk. 

So, I kind of realize, no I seriously did... I get misunderstood by people quite often. Often it leads to, I have to say something else to make both either me or the other person, feel better. It’s like; I am drown and suffocated with the things I should said. Its the guilt. Now I'm afraid to get understood slightly of the unprepared possibility spiral of what's going down later. And  I am not good in telling the truth – whole truth, and I am not good in telling lie. I ended up, you know…. Always have to keep it to myself. So truth does hurt, so does stomachache, heartache….. Why did I keep on worried over the same crap, because it so easy... I didn't perpetually do anything about it. Although I'm about to end my writing, to express is to be speaking about a true thing. A character I wish to possess from a lack of thinking much to say honest opinion of thoughts. Does all Englishmen speaks from their heart all the time? But their honesty were overrated mistaken more with how they put them in words. Bear in mind by now I am still clueless on how to express my feeling as I get misunderstood like always.


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