Sometimes we have to remind ourselves of where we actually are in this cruel world. Why do we hurt ourselves in this way when we already know what will happen in the end?

I wish I know the answer though. I am supposed to go clubbing with my friends later. But somehow, somewhere in me, there's a part that tells me not to go later.

I've nothing to do. Yeah. I don't know what is happening to me. My parents are going back Malaysia in a few hours. I will be here alone in my room again, trying to see how do I spend this weekend. 

Not really sure of what I can do. 

I am afraid I make the same mistake again. Too much fear, too much procrastination. Work, money, life, interests, what brings happiness?

Answers anyone?