Tapped out.

I've been missing out on alot of stuffs lately be it events, girlfriends or things that used to have some kind of relation with me. I need to have some free time for them and including free time for myself! For a start, November been a busy month for me. And I know it will be continuously busy throughout.

To add on to that, I'm pathetically tapped out. Pertaining to that, I'm inadequately supplied on ideas for prom! And that is so not good. Granting all this, lacking of money is a series of obstacle. But lacking of ideas is another series of obstacle.

Stories.

We live stories, love stories, think stories, believe stories. Like strange doors to an upset mind speaking too soon. Sometimes they're about silly things, like heartache and the jangle of keys stabbing the door, but almost always of quick words or racing hearts. Rage, love, hate, happiness make good good good stories. The story doesn't need to be of made-up words or growing up or feeling for miles around the stars and into the world. It just has to be yours. And everyone has a story inside them, sometimes more, and only you can tell that story. So long as you feel it, we'll believe it.

But after saying all this, am I feeling it? Contradicting.

Decisions.

There is an eye trained towards the future but there is one focused on the past. And in between I'm standing here alone, trying to hold my ground. The thoughts revolve around me like planets causing me to remain immobile silently where I stand. There are regrets throughout your lifetime and you will have things you consider with your eyes and with your hands. & I is disliking it.

Side track, I wonder when am I gonna use my baju Raya which I've bought this year and who will be my "match-maker".