It's funny how i feel like i'm on the outside most of the time. On the outside as in, i am physically there but it's as though i'm detached from my body. Don't get me wrong, it does not occur every single day. Or else..that's might be a serious case of mental illness. ;)
Maybe it's just me..
I find the little things said and done childish.
Complaints are becoming sillier.
'Jokes' no longer have an effect on me.
I see everyone reacting and laughing along but i feel nothing. Strange, but maybe the fact that everyone refuses to acknowledge the fact that i can't speak the Chinese language is finally getting to me. It feels horrible most of the time but..i'll survive. :)
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