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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Invisible me

Have you ever been in a state where you feel nobody loves you? You wake up early in the morning, doing your own stuff without a single human being talk or care about you as if you're invisible. And when you're out of the bathroom hoping to start your day with something refreshing, yet you heard somebody is talking behind your back.. how would you feel?

No one understands how I feel yet treating me like a prisoner. That is why I am sitting all alone near the bay window looking at the high rise towers of the CBD area feeling so despair, brooding about what happened for the past few days. Recalling back outsiders were treated well than me. Who am I in your eyes?

Maybe, it's just an invisible me.