Autobiography.
Hello, my name's Susan and I was born on the fifteenth of May and am currently eighteen years of age :) I graduated from Bethlehem College Ashfield in 2007 and am currently studying a Bachelor degree of Animal and Veterinary Bioscience at the University of Sydney. I'm Korean and often get mistaken to be Chinese like every other Asian person does. I've been working at Vinnies located in Dulwich Hill for almost a year now (Y) I've been adoring my beautiful boyfriend since May 15, 2008. Loooooooove him! 'cause he makes me happy :)
Saturday, July 21, 2007.
MIRACLES HAPPEN - 6:23 pm.
It's annoying when you don't know the reason behind why things happen and even when you directly ask others for the answer you seek, they're unable to tell you. Now it's become quite apparent how stupid one may become just for silly things. It's quite strange how certain circumstances can enable you to let things slip, or how, depending on the person, you can just simply forget about things and remember not to take things too seriously. People can treat you as if you're literally nothing, but at the end of the day, once they're gone you feel like there's something missing; something that should be with you.
I think I'm falling into that whole phase from the past; something that I thought was over and done with; something that I thought I would never have to experience again. I hate being the foolish one; the one who always falls into little traps of others'. Sometimes I wish the things you said were real. I sometimes wish you'd do the things you say you're willing to do but never end up doing. I want others to be able to understand how I'm feeling towards certain issues but that's just impossible. I hate having to express my thoughts in words sometimes when they only seem to make sense inside my mind.
Crisis. Melancholy. Disaster. How can I describe what I feel about certain things? Some things you dread ever happening again seem to come knocking at your door more often than you would like them to. Thank goodness time is capable of healing everything. I don't know what else could solve half the problems one faces from time to time.
With the luck I have, I don't understand why I'm so surprised that nothing ever goes my way. When you think you won't come cross something, it's happens on a more regular basis, it's so frustrating. It always seems to happen when you least suspect it. I hate how people are somewhat 'stuck' in such a tight community. I don't like how I'm a part of it too. I dislike how everyone seems to 'know' everyone else. I don't know. I feel weird, insecure, awkward; uncomfortable.
Why do people say things when they know it'll make others curious?
Why do people ask questions when all you want them to do is listen?