When we were young were taught to have some sense of curiousity for the things that we see, in order to question and learn. So I can't deny that the fact that I'm overly curious about everything does shaped me into who I am today.
But, it is killing me right now. I tend to find out everything about anything. I go like "who's this girl" "what's she doing here" "what he's been thinking" "why was he out till so late" etc etc.

I guess it all goes to insecurity. A severe one. I had nightmares about almost everything. I'm depriving of sleep. And I'm having hallucinations. I feel good about it.

I'm no longer me when I look into the mirror every morning. I hate this transformation. I hate tolerating with everything, all alone. I hate to give up my happiness for someone who only cares about his own happiness. I hate that cold tone and negativity. I hate the transformation in him as well.
What has brought us both to this stage? Is there any turning back? Is everything gonna be ok? I need a hell lot of comfort right now. I'm just too weak and unstable to think about anything else.

Headache. I should take panadol and sleep. I wonder what it's like to accidentally take a few more pills. I hope I'll wake up not feeling any pain anymore.

I'm just joking. Or am I not?