Feeling BAD.

Concert's tomorrow. and it's the only thing that my brain can response to. The whole play, the whole concept and idea along with what I've imagined it to be tomorrow is still swirling inside me.

Nothing good has happened.
Typical.
Seems like everything just screws up before the big day... Well, nothing big. Just my problem. Yea, me.

I don't know, eversince I've lost my walking-with-both-legs ability, I've seem to lose something more than just a right foot. I know it's troublesome when you need to look after someone, take extra care, send them around, make sure that they have what they need, be at their side 12/7... sigh, I HATE IT TOO! I KNOW! I KNOW IT'S TROUBLESOME! BUT PEOPLE, STOP REMINDING ME THAT YOU THINK THAT TOO! Stop sighing when I ask for help, stop rolling eyes and walking way ahead from me. Trust me, walking with one leg is hard, but dealing with you guys makes it even harder.

I don't hate you for that.
I HATE MYSELF.
I hate myself for not being able to do what I use to be capable of.
I HATE asking people for favors, I'd rather do them myself.
I HATE it when people offer to help me.
I HATE IT EVEN MORE when there's no one to talk to.
I HATE MYSELF.
I can't seem to control my freakin emotions.
It just keeps bursting like some freakin volcano.
And I know I have to control it.
I just can't.
Gotta go now, my head's achin' like mad.