I'm really bothered about how bothered I've been feeling. It's the kind of bothering that never stops.

Maybe everybody reaches a point in life where they get upset over the smallest of things. I panick at night when I wake up to find my handphone or iPod on the floor, along with almost all my pillows. It bothers me, to think that even pillows cannot stand to share a bed with me. I know, i'm being downright retarded.

It also bothers me greatly, to find that my toothbrush has been shifted. I've been reduced to worrying about the most ridiculous of things.

Oh man. If I can, I would have packed my bags and left myself a long time ago.