My mind drifts away and my head seems to float. I feel like I am being lifted in the air, yeah, it’s like I’m flying…I am afraid to close my eyes for I feel like my soul will move out of my body. I roam around and feign some smile, talked with people trying to listen intently so as not to forget what they are saying. Perhaps I really need to rest, but I don’t want to. Staying home alone only make me feel lonelier. It just gives me ample time to think about those things that I still refuse to remember. I just want to forget it all. I spent last night half awake and half asleep until the dawn. Do I sound like I’m drugged or something? Don’t get me wrong. Yeah, I am under the influence—not of illegal drugs of course (that’s the least possible thing that I’d resort to). I still feel sick after four days of rest. Well, I thought I’m already well yesterday, but perhaps the weather that suddenly changed from sunny to some rainfall in mid-day caused my system to break again. One reason why I don’t like taking medications is that it makes me feel this way; makes me feel drifting with the wind. I wish I could actually do that—to stay away from people who make me feel sad. It makes me sad, realizing that it’s really harmful for me to easily trust people. I don’t know why I do trust people way quite easily, but now I am reminded that I have to think it over again. Sometimes I wonder why there are people like them. I wish they’d just stay away from me. But they do exist; they do come along. Maybe I just feel disappointed—with my self.