I'm such a martyr.

Hahahaha. I just had to say that.

I was sitting in my room when I found some quiet time earlier. Sitting on my bed, just thinking.

I just had a phone conversation with a friend of mine. Talked about other friends, situations, qualms, problems, all that schtuff.

Then back to sitting and thinking.

I'm an observer, a listener. I don't normally ask people what's up with them. I let them share on their own what they're thinking, what they're feeling, what they want to say. And I give them what they need... a listening ear, someone to talk to about those stuff.

I told a couple of friends that because of everything I hear, I feel like I'm everyone's hard drive of a personal computer, with all the hidden files inside, because they come to me with some of their secrets. Sometimes I'm afraid that I might say the wrong secret to the wrong person. Afraid that my hard drive will crash and do so. Gak. And to think that I have this huge issue on trust.

I feel like Harriet the Spy, using just my brain for a secret notebook. What if those secrets fell into the wrong hands? I hope not. Sometimes I can be too honest and just blurt things out. Ngak.

Funny... Because of all that stuff, I might not have time for my own personal life.

Too much thinking at 2:30 in the morning. This is not good.