I sense the negativity around me. Or am I just losing it?

Paranoia and apprehension just seem to have such a strong hold on me. I know I need to relax, to calm down and not think so much. Don’t get me wrong, I am in no relationship trouble, just suspicion on the friendships around me cloud my mind endlessly.

I have two preety close friends; amazingly, we only knew one another like a coupla months? We went all clicker frenzy over the horrid but no doubt uplifting Christmas decorations Orchard road is laced with. Check out Andrea’s or Margie’s bloggie for the photos and the exact accounts of how I spent my weekend.

It all seems so great. Yet I feel such a strong obsession that they dislike my immature company. No offence babes. Maybe it’s just pms which I seriously hope.

Puff, I feel so guilty that I can’t be there for you. However much I said I do not bear the guilt. I certainly did. I saw it coming. Since the very first day you stepped into my house, my chaotic yet surreal life.

Drag queen you people might call me. Emotions in my opinion cannot be impersonated. So hey, this is my blog. You don’t like it.

Then bugger off then you peewee farkers.

Your inferiority exudes from the little pores on your body.

Your opinions mean nothing to me.

These are the times I feel happy to be alone.