tired + empty seat + outlet?

i m so tired of everything..
realli so tired...
i juz wana stay in my 'nothing box' and nt come out..

i'm lookin for an outlet, an escape from reality
even if it's for awhile..
make it quite some time..

emotionally tired...
emotionally drained...

looked at the bus seat beside me,
the MRT seat beside me,
the pillion seat behind me,
they all share something common: empty
wat's all these arguement for?
lil jealous that ur sitting beside others,
while my bus and bike rides home,
i do feel abit lonely..

irony how i advise MK the most impt thing is to be happy in his path of r/s,
here i m, expressionless, helpless

pls don't tell me u wana hear me anymore,
enough is enough..
hear n listen, do u understand what's the difference...
oh well..

it's 1 in the night,
i m sitting in front of my com,
nt knowing who i can talk to if i nid a ear,
i dun tink i can talk to u abt my feelings,
nt w/o serious repercussions that will need my cleaning up..
Mk's aslp, rhys might b rushin his assignments or aslp..
my back hurts, my lappie spoilt again (WTF),
my bank acct.. pathetic.. 70 dollars and the bank is gg to start deducting my money..
how did i ended up this way? haha..

my feelings is in wat order of priority?
food? game? tv shows?
u wana hear? nah...
u wan me to talk? (. . .) silence, u dun breathe a sound, i m talkin to air?
perhaps if i m ill in the head, i'l start whispering to myself..

sometimes, i feel that comin bk to sg, isn't juz to find me, unlike i went to syd..
i'l b wonderin how will it be.. nt much mood to fight for attention..
but we'l see..

if i stil wana work on this..
in wat way m i nt workin on it i wonder..

n tada,
once again,
i've spoken too much, even on my blog..
wonder wat's the use a blog...
but it's my escape for now, till i got alc in my blood den...