life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...
so much to say, but words cant seem to express how i feel...
am feeling low right now...
had a smile plastered on my face although i really din feel lyk smiling....
afterall, who cares about it?