Just crossed my mind...

I don't know why I'm one of those people who lock away themselves but actually wants others to find them. Then they would start hating almost everything because they think no one would even bother. And so far, no one did.

It makes me remember some old lines from some old movie and maybe even a song...

"Where were you when I needed you most?"

Where were you? Where was I supposed to be then? Am I even supposed to be found or just left here rotting like some trash forgotten in one sealed part of a room?

Stupid hormones going all crazy again....

Darn...