the other day,
we learned bout the Johari window .
for hidden, well it only works in class
i told my lecturer that i was bipolar.

a small gasp was let out,
my heart turned and did a small leap,
was it sick to feel happy that ,
someone was taking me seriously
for something that have haunted me for all these years?
and could possibly be really harmful to me?

i dont know.

on another note,
i felt betrayed bout the things that were said.
it was uncalled for.

on another another note,
i wished i could blog and blog the whole truth
the whole story and the play by plays
so i can vent and feel better
but somehow,
i can never bring myself to do something like that,
to hurt many others, as to make myself feel better.
funny how many others seems to posses the sheer casualness of doing so though.

i have too many blogs
i need a new one,
or maybe i need a diary.

ps. i love you so so much,
cant you tell?
if yes, you cant?
why is that?