50 yrs down the road...
Monday, December 21, 2009
White haired, dirty freakled and wrinkled skin...i m starting to fear old age. I stared hard at my colleagues and they muttered to me their thoughts as though there wasnt anyone to hear them out. Sometime it becomes so repetitive tat it becomes kinda annoying. I wonder...wonder if i would become lyk them. So gloomy so lonely and always seeking someone to talk to. One of them even told me he wanted to commit sucide. Gosh i didnt noe how to react. Old people are super sensitive lyk children. Wrong words and u may never see them again. 50 yrs from now ad would i be? Lyk them not enjoying their old age? Sometimes my heart just pours out to them and worries myself of my future.
