Time check: 1:19.

My head started to hurt like hell, so I decided to resume watching the movie "Perks of Being A Wallflower." Yeah, that sensational book you see on the shelves of the leading bookstores. Somehow, I cannot fall asleep as the film managed to provoke emotional disturbance.

Just like Charlie, I must admit that I have mastered the art of repressing. Thoughts, feelings, emotions -- you name it. It was just nice that it doesn't harm anyone around me. If there's one thing that dominates my "Repression Kingdom" that will be no other than the "need for genuine love and making decision with hearts'affairs" Unlike other girls, I would never be heard complaining on how I look, or how I don't have any boyfriend. I need a genuine love, not a boyfriend.

You know this feeling you get when you're just all alone or something/someone triggers your hopeless romantic side? Well, have you ever been in the stage wherein you have no idea whether you should trust or not? That, should you welcome in somebody "new" in your life or not? Well, I do. I hate to say this but I've been throwing out every chances given to me to be loved. I've been lying to myself that I am not "attached" to anyone. I just don't know how and who to trust anymore. I can't bear another heartbreak, whether it be romantic or not.

I always try to tell myself that not all people are the same, specifically the male species. Unfortunately, no one has proved me right yet.

Okay.

I'm scared.