washing machine..

a fren of mine changed her nick to "washing machine"..
it made me tink...
life's like a washing machine..
n im feeling like a washing machine myself..
lemme explain the above metaphors...

life, is juz like a washing machine..
u haf everything thrown into it..
u haf plain colored clothes and patterned ones..
u haf pants, shorts and even skirts..
u haf briefs, bra and even panties..
now can u see my pt?
=P
juz wanna state that life's like tat..
u haf all sorts of variations of things..
may it be happy or sad, dead or alive..
all these are part of life..
which kinda suck i admit..
but acceptance i muz..
=)

now lets go on to wat im feeling...
u noe how a washing machine roll and tumble..
mixing the clothes in it arnd..
im feeling like tat now..
but replace the clothes to be emotions n feelings...
i dunno wat im feeling nor missing now..
i tink i noe wat im feeling, but i doubt it in the next moment..
i feel tat im missing sumone, but am i missing her or juz the feeling of being wif her??
feel tat im living a dillema..
neither here nor there...
and so the machine roll n tumble...
and my innards follow...

y am i such a complicated person?
or izzit tat im tinking too much...
hm....