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NATALIE ERIKA ♥
24 October
Ex-sacian
Temasek Polytechnic

Saturday, March 1, 2008
Some self-timer shots.


I'd get up in th morning, look at myself in th mirror, not a pretty sight still. Switch on my laptop nd stare at th screen. Is there really anyone I can talk to ? & perhaps I have problems with emotions. Frustrated with myself. Crashing down. I think about them till my head hurts from spinning nd I feel empty. Then back to sleep thinking everything's fine. But no, it doesn't work that way. How depressing. Like a song playing on repeat. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes.

My different facades. Bottle it up, laugh, smile nd move on.
Y 1:28 PM